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spikeinthepunch · 1 year

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Repacking Games & Horses

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A bit ago, I was playing an old horse game when looking for others... and I ended up falling down a rabbit hole- discovering it had been a repackaged version of a game the year prior- nothing impressive from any of these games, sure. But I found lots of interest in why they did this, and how there were various technical differences between them too despite being the same game!

In this article I go into the story of Saddle Club: Willowbrook Stables, and its lesser known origins as Willowbrook Stables; Search for the Golden Horsehoes.

*this article does not go too much into my own experiences playing this, and there sure was some interesting stuff when exploring bugs etc! i can talk about that another time if anyone is curious.

For those who never grew up as a gamer girl in the early 2000s or more specifically, an animal loving gamer girl, its likely you didn't get the experience the slew of games directed at these kinds of kids. While no longer a girl, I was raised one, and I loved animals. But at that time, the most you could get in the way of animal games were usually... horse games. The horse girl crowd was big, and it was much more marketable than say, a game where you play as a dog or a cat. I remember always seeing loads of horse media- whether it was books, movie, or video games. I didn't want that, personally. But it was the best thing I could get in terms of being an animal in a game, so I ended up playing quite of few of these kinds of shovelware horse games.

While many have been lost to my memory, if you've followed my video game adventures before, specifically my speedruns- you'd know I have played a few of the Barbie horse adventure games. These were ones I grew up with, and reconnecting with them in the last years was mostly out of nostalgia and curiosity. While I may not be a horse girl, I love old media- especially video games. Even more, I love ones that arent widely covered online... obscure games that slip through the cracks. Surprisingly, Barbie games do fall into that category, perhaps out of the assumption they are a big name and must be documented, or just the fact that most gamers don't have interest in a brand like Barbie.

But this article isn't about the Barbie games. In fact, I found myself more and more intrigued by other horse games when I got into speedruning Barbie games. I love digging up information, and had fallen into bit of a rabbit hole with series like Star Stable, after finding out the developers of Barbie Horse Adventures Riding Camp made that series too- which becomes obvious with its many similarities to the non-MMO Star Stable games. Plus, with incredibly massive library of medicore horse games spawning in the early 2000s, I knew there must be more in there worth seeing. Even if the games were shitty, the history could bring something interesting. Plus, I had always had these memories of a horse game I played, and I had yet to find it. So it seemed like a great chance to go hunting for the mystery game in my memory.

While scouring the internet for videos and clips of the game that fit my description, I came across a youtube channel that is full of playthroughs for horse games. With hundreds of videos, I began to look through their playlists in hopes of finding a game I recognized, or just something interesting.

SADDLE CLUB

The Saddle Club: Willowbrook Stables came out in 2002, and is based around the tv show and book series also called The Saddle Club. The show was Australian-canadian and aired from 2001 to 2009. This is not a show I ever watched, but I recall the covers of the books in my elementary school library. The series follows three main characters also present at the start of the game, but the game takes place in a completely unique location from anything in the series. This is a point I'll come back to later...

As I stated, the game is a bit different from most horse games at the time- many horse games were heavily focused on caring for the horse and the stables, while focusing on competitions and other equestrian activities. Most times even the game if open world, doesn't have much to do outside of races and world is hardly the focus. Even a series like Star Stable still have a good amount of focus on typical equestrian lifestyle outside of its magical plotline. But Willowbrook stables is basically an open world with story.

The game starts with a opening cutscene, where the three main girls receive a letter to go off to a island horse stable. Only one can go, which means that you get to pick which girl you want to play as. You find out from the owner Agnes, that a property developer is going to buy the island and get rid of the stables. You learn that if you can raise enough money, you can save the stables from being bought. After exploring the islands, you learn from Agnes that there are rumors of 'golden horse shoes' that she read in a journal, and that finding them may be the way to get money to buy the land. From here, the game will lead you on a quest to find four golden horse shoes, by handing you hints through NPCs and needing to solve puzzles and riddles to find out where they are.

Aside from the story, the game takes place on a very large open world map where you can run into various landmarks, locations, and NPCs. The world has a subtle day-night cycle, in that it will become sunset and characters will start to go inside. You can then pass the day by sleeping in your bed, and this is sometimes required for progression. You do also get to care for your horse by putting on tack and cleaning the stables- but cleaning the stables seems optional. While you get notified when to do so, I never had an issue just ignoring it. There are 'points' given or lost for this (and various other things) but I don't recall it ever being an problem during the game, they don't do anything.

So with that described, lets step back and look at the game again. Its a pretty unique game for a game apparently based off a tv show. It has a pretty large open world, with a totally unique original setting and characters... but, a little extra digging would reveal that this game isn't really supposed to be for the Saddle Club. This game was made by IR Gurus Interactive, who had made a few other horse games before this one. Specifically, the far less talked of source of Saddle Club: Willowbrook Stables... Willowbrook Stables "Search for the golden horse shoes".

REPACKAGED

If you're familiar with horse games of the early 2000s or late 90s, you may be familiar with other works of IR Gurus without realizing it... this includes the well known Equestriad. In this case, The Saddle Club release of Willowbrook stables certainly out-shined its original version, and its not uncommon at all for games to be repackaged with a more well known brand name- for example, a series I grew up with became notorious for this after being acquired by Ubisoft, the Petz series. Many Petz titles that looked incredibly different were repackaged games from other countries, bought by Ubisoft and given the Petz title in other places in order to be recognized and thus sell better.

But this case is a bit more... weird to me, in the fact that IR Gurus released the original only a year prior, and it wasn't due to the game being released in a different country where said brand would have been more recognizable. They are an Australian company and have released horse games in the Australian horse scene- Saddle Club as mentioned is also an Australian show. So it seems that the re-release of Willowbrook as a Saddle Club title was more like a good money opportunity for IR Gurus and the owners of Saddle Club. Just fix up a game you already made, it'll be far cheaper, even thought it came out only a year ago! Everyone benefits and if anything, it probably did better than the original release anyways due to the Saddle Club name being slapped on so money spent on the re-release paid them back enough.

Aside from the listings that prove these are two separate games, there is loads of other evidence that this game just had Saddle Club slapped on top of an already existing game once you have the context. First off, the menus and start screen literally have flowery clip art that is pasted on top of an existing gritty mine themed layout. I didn't regard it much when I first played and thought it was just poor design... but knowing the game wasn't for Saddle Club, makes you realize just how out of place it looks. Additionally, the music in the game is totally different in Saddle Club's cute and upbeat tones, as the original's soundtrack a bit more mysterious and dark sounding- fitting its aesthetic.

Outside of the obvious aesthetics, there's even more that points to the drastic thematic difference between the two. The music changes the mood alone, but with the context that this game written for Saddle Club becomes more clear as you progress through the game and find things like... a graveyard, a gun in a church, the dark mines and traps, character death being the plot of the story, a strange abandoned castle, and so on.

There are some more unexpected additions to the Saddle Club version, however... and it actually extends to the point where you realize the Saddle Club version is almost like a big upgrade or patch to the original, even when many things don't fit. The obvious change would be the fact that three different players characters were added to the game- representing the main characters of the TV show. You only go to the island as one character because thats how the original was made- it was not written or built around 3 girls. The story wasn't made for it. Also for the Saddle Club version, the old lady who owns the stables exists as a character with a model and greets you to explain more of the story whereas in the original you simply arrive with a letter explaining things and that is it. Some changes don't make clear sense- like the boy at the stables says more or less in each version of the game, sometimes giving less information in Saddle Club than in the original. Why??

Overall, the Saddle Club version presents things in a more immersive way and forward way. Especially with the introduction given by Agnes, you get an idea of whats going on, and then you meet other characters in ways that just make more sense. In the original, you're just there already and it assumes your ability to solve things. Within the first two days you meet characters with incredibly stiff dialogue and awkward triggers to their meets, and its hard to know direction in that original version.

But that's not where the changes stop- and the deeper I dug the more I found in regards to patches for this game. First off, from the Wayback Machine I was able to find the old website which hosted patches for both games. Even though the patch got the original a bit more up to Saddle Club's standards, certain controls in the game still felt totally different. One thing my friend and I mess with HEAVILY was the "unstuck" button. This was something we read in the readme.txt file which contained loads of information we didn't know about the game (such as the fact that the game took 18 months to write!) This button is used to get unstuck, and in Saddle club it pushes you in a certain direction... through walls, and can be abused very very heavily. However, in the original game it doesn't exactly do that. It moves you differently and doesn't allow the same kind of clipping to occur. For some reason this changed between games, and clearly the devs went and altered some of the functions to work differently. Somehow though, it is less broken in the original version, and more broken in the later release...

The patch provided for the original adds a few functions already within Saddle Club- including the option to automatically gear up for a ride on your horse. Sadly the patch notes are basically nonexistent, so notes like "story related fixes" aren't explained in more detail to know what they really did unless we go through both step by step to compare. (This game is honestly horrible to play, its very strict in how you must solve things. No skipping around as far as I know. So it wouldn't be fun to play twice)

With covering all those technical changes to the game- theres a bit more, of course!

The original Willowbrook Stables game comes with a little more physically which makes it interesting as well. For one- the game was released without any kind of rating system applied, thus no logo in the right bottom corner.

It also came with a manual and a large map of the entire game's world- which can be downloaded from the old website's snapshot too.

The game's original box art and design show that strikingly different design and tone compared to the Saddle Club version, and I find it so interesting to see a game not built for Saddle Club at all getting rebranded into it. Most repackages of games don't tweak much (Petz games, as mentioned before), but Willowbrook was a story based game, things written for its own world stayed the same but other things had to change. Additionally, its always interesting to see the original ways of the devs trying to patch and fix games. Patches for games were not released like they are now- the fact they used a repackaged version like some kind of update, with no indication they were technically different, is odd!

All this is to say- Willowbrook Stables may be a crappy buggy horse game, no matter the version... But if I hadn't noticed various details in the readme.txt or the game itself I never would have realized this was the case because the original is hardly documented. IR Gurus is now Transmission Games, and the wikipedia page only lists the Saddle Club version of the game from 2002, not the original in 2001. There are a few web pages that list the original, but its certainly gotten buried under its repackaged form due to name and popularity. Despite the seeming obscurity they have gained traction for games unrelated to horses, you can even read an IGN article about the studio in 2006 here. Even so, the horse games are mentioned as some "off-beat, niche titles" compared to their other games regardless of it being their origins.

Its important to me to dig up some of this stuff- you never know where it may go, and the rabbit hole for obscure titles can go in places I never expected. Especially for titles such as these- the "girl games" - most find little value in them. But the history behind them, the people who made them, shouldn't be left to vanish forever. IR Gurus had an early part in the development of numerous horse games... good or bad, its interesting to find that there was an identical version of Saddle Club that was easily forgotten simply because it was labeled with a big name.

#coffini outlet #crosspost #horse games #saddle club #willowbrook stables #ir gurus

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survey--s · 1 year

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462.

Are you a dreamer or a do-er? Both but overall I’d say I’m probably more a do-er as I’m quite a practical person.

Do you think people get what they deserve? Some people do, others definitely don’t. It’s just random.

Does it take a lot of physical pain to make you cry? I don’t often cry from physical pain, normally the shock of being injured iyswim. Like I fell of Stanley and although my arm hurt that wasn’t what made me cry, it was just the bang and the shock of what happened.

Name the strangest game you’ve ever played (video game or real game): I have no idea.

Do you like sitting in the front, back, or middle of the classroom? Middle.

Do you ever see commercials for restaurants that aren’t even in your area? Yeah, Facebook is full of adverts for really nice places to eat and none of them are ever anywhere near me lol.

Do you know anyone who has been struck by lightning before? No. Which is better: living where there’s lots of tornadoes or lots of hurricanes? I’d probably prefer hurricanes overall, but we don’t experience either where I live.

Would you pay if your dog needed an operation? That’s what insurance is for.

If you’re a girl, what’s your favorite color of eyeliner? I never wear eyeliner anymore but why is that something unique to girls?

Have you ever overflown a bathtub? No.

Why did you ignore the last person you ignored? Because it was 9pm on a Friday night and I wasn’t getting into a work-related call at that time of day.

What’s your favorite pizza place? A local place called The Sourdough Pizza Co.

What’s at the top of your to do list in life? At the moment, it’s to ride up a local mountain on horseback - I won’t manage it this year but I’m hoping to get it done next summer. Do you ever eat leftover pizza cold? Yeah, TBH American-style pizza is definitely better cold.

Where are you the most ticklish? My feet.

Would you put your life in danger to rescue someone? Nobody can answer this until they’re actually in that position - it’s so easy to sit there at home and say “well duh, who wouldn’t?” but the truth is you never know how you’ll react and the bystander effect is a real thing. When you’re wanting a midnight snack, what do you normally get? Popcorn, leftovers or maybe some chocolate.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Snoopy! Or Stich.

Do you like marshmallows? They’re nice enough but they’re not my absolute favourite thing.

What is your favorite flavor of candy cane? Just the regular Peppermint ones.

Do you have any shoeboxes full of old photos/letters/other memorable stuff? No.

When was the last time you felt seriously embarrassed? I have no idea.

Have you ever liked a song, looked up the lyrics to it, then hated it? No.

What’s your favorite Christmas song? Fairytale of New York.

Did you like the show Invader Zim? I’ve never seen it.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen in a grocery store? Live lobsters, horse meat.

Do you prefer to pull off band-aids slowly or quickly? Slowly.

Have you ever met any bands/band members before? Yeah, a few, but nobody really famous or anything like that.

Do you enjoy riding around town looking at Christmas lights? I used to absolutely love doing that as a kid but it’s not something I’d really do now unless I was walking the dog anyway.

What states have you been to in the past year? I’ve not left my county since COVID lol.

Have you ever sleepwalked? No.

What’s your favorite superhero movie? I’m not into superheroes.

Do you struggle with acne? No, thankfully not. I get the odd spot around my period or if I’m really run down, but otherwise I’m good these days.

Around what year did you start using the internet, anyways? We had dial-up at home from when I was about ten and then we got broadband a couple of years later. I started using the internet regularly when I was about 12 or 13 and I got my own computer for the first time.

What did you do for your 16th birthday? Went out for dinner at a Mexican restaurant with a bunch of friends.

Have you ever fostered an animal? No. I’d never want to give them back lol.

What’s your favorite form of exercise? Riding or dog walking. Do you have a back pack in a shape of an animal? No. Those never appealed to me, even as a kid. <--- same.

Do you still take hot showers when it’s hot out? Not really hot ones, they’re more lukewarm in the summer months.

What’s your favorite type of cake? Cheesecake!

Name something you thought was cool when you were younger but don’t now? Emo music, lol.

What was the last song you downloaded onto your computer? Just the photo that’s at the top of this survey.

What color are your headphones, if you have any? I have one white pair and a black pair.

Do you honestly like The Beatles or are you just conforming? I love the Beatles. I grew up listening to them as my dad is a huge fan - see also Simon and Garfunkel, Jimi Hendrix and Everything But the Girl.

What was the last video message you received on your phone? It was a video from Suzanne of Charlie being adorable, lol.

Who did you last talk to in Facebook chat? Emma.

When writing $ sign, do you draw one line through the S or two? I never really need to write the dollar sign.

Do you feel bad for people your age who have never had a significant other? Only if they want to be in a relationship and have never had the chance. < Yeah. <--- this. Not everyone is interested in a relationship.

When do you plan on moving out? If you’re already moved out, how old were you? I moved in/out of my parents house at various points through my late teens and twenties, but I left for good at 28.

Would you kiss the last person you texted? No.

What do you think of guys wearing colored skinny jeans? People can wear whatever they want.

Where do you normally get your hair cut? I do it myself.

Would you trade last names with your best friend? We’re already married and share a last name, lol.

Would you ever get blonde highlights? Sure, I had blonde highlights for years when I was younger. I love the look but it’s expensive and takes forever.

Will you go to your high school reunion? Never in a million years would I ever go back there lol.

Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week? Nope.

Do you ever not speak to someone because you’re afraid you’ll annoy them? Yeah, sometimes.

Personally, do you think you have a nice smile? It’s not horrible, it’s just awkward and never looks genuine lol.

What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? A sugar glider!

#survey #surveys

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the-game-spirit · 3 years

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me @ dreamworks: fight me

#spirit stallion of the cimarron #i cant believe theyve done this. spirit is so anti-capitalist and anti-colonialist anf what have you done?#youve made a money-grubbing sequel that throws away EVERY important message from the original is what youve done #spirit untamed #before ANYONE says anything i WAS a horse girl this movie was made for kids like i was!!! that is not the point even remotely!!!!!#this is not me bashing on horse girl movies or anything like that!!!! that is not! the point!#spirit chats #....forgot that tag

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sukirichi · 3 years

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total opposites

You and Toge swap bodies after encountering a fairytale curse, and similar to its origin, it also takes a fairytale method to break it.

REQUEST. body swap au + best friends to lovers

CONTENT/WARNINGS. slight crack fic, some cursing, implications of nsfw but nothing explicit, just Toge being a not-so closet pervert, usual best friend bickering, reader is fem bodied, unedited story (I should stop saying this, everyone knows I don’t edit my stuff)

NOTES. I enjoyed writing this, tysm for the request anon, this was really cute! definitely this is shooting up in one of my fav works ever (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

You stretched your arms overhead, feeling great after sleeping in. It wasn’t common of you to sleep this late, but you and Toge had gone stargazing the night before. A smile made its way to your face as you reminisced him reciting rice ball ingredients, signing that he was telling poetry to ‘match the mood’ until you’d both fallen asleep on the soft blanket atop a hill.

You don’t remember how you made it back to your room, but figured that Toge had carried you back home before the sun rose. Making a mental note to thank your best friend later, you yawned as you padded out to your room, hands rubbing in circles at your stomach.

Hopefully breakfast would be amazing today.

The door next to you opened, revealing your younger classmate, and you frowned, because wasn’t Kugisaki your next door neighbour? Well, whatever, he, Yuuji, and Kugisaki might’ve taken advantage of the rare, peaceful weekend that they probably had a movie marathon the night before.

“Morning, Megumi!” you greeted, coughing a bit when you sounded off, throat a little horse and itchy. At the sound of your voice, Megumi stilled in his tracks, eyes wide at you. His comical expression had you barking in laughter, shooting finger guns his way as you wiggled your eyebrows. “Ey, be a good dog and bark for me, will you?”

Semi-visible sonic waves drifted like waves after one another out your mouth. Megumi scowled before he froze the next second, ears perked up and backside wagging in replacement of a tail. “Woof woof!”

“What the hell?” you reeled back in slight disgust, your underclassman’s cheeks burning red. Then, your lips grazed against a soft cloth, making you look down.

You blinked back once. Twice. You were definitely...built different today. Curiously, you tugged at the zipper peaking out from your black collar, the familiar zhoop sound of the zipper burned into your memory after hearing your best friend do it countless times before.

In front of you, Megumi screeched – the most noise he’d made ever since you met him – his jaw dropped open while you – or rather Toge stood at the end of the hallway, his hands squeezing at your breasts that were still under last night’s pyjamas. You blinked back once. Then twice, steam pouring from your nose when Toge, in your body, pointed at his body.

“Oh, oh!” your scream bounced off the hallways hard enough that Panda slammed his door open, about to tell everyone to shut up when your voice let out a high-pitched scream.

“What are you doing in my body?!”

Looking down at where Toge was pointing, you were greeted by the sight of his dark uniform and sock clad feet, your chest replaced with hard muscles instead of the soft flesh. You turned to Toge with a stupefied look that mirrored his, both of you falling on the ground with fists pounding on the hardwood floor.

“I’m a fucking girl!” he cried out, whether out of happiness or frustration, it was hard to tell.

Meanwhile, you zipped his collar back up, tugging at his off-white hair as you forced yourself to remember his limited vocabulary. “BONITO FLAKES!”

Now you understood Toge’s frustration of being a cursed speech user.

“Bonito Flakes” definitely did not hold the same fury as “FUCK” did.

“You and I need to set down some boundaries,” you signed to him, brows pulled together. Toge seemed to be enjoying this sudden body swap a lot more than you did since he hadn’t stopped posing in the mirror the moment you pushed him back to your room, locking it shut to get some privacy. “You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to shower, do you understand?”

Toge scowled at your words, sassy as ever with his hands placed on his hips, buttocks jutted out. You hated, absolutely hated that he used your body this way because this time you couldn’t even laugh – not when seeing your body felt this awkward.

“You would really rather me stink?”

“You can’t undress too! Ever! Or if you will, your eyes better be closed. No peeking too!”

“Y/N, you and I grew up together. I’ve already seen everything,” he rolled his eyes, earning him a hard slap from the arm. Considering he was a lot more muscular than you were, your hit came a lot harder. “Ow!” he protested, rubbing the sore spot that ached, only to laugh at the sounds emitting from his lips. “Wow, I have to admit that this is really fun though. I’m actually talking,” he announced, “Hey, say salmon for me.”

“Bonito flakes!” you shook your head, “The moment Principal Yaga is back, we’re going to talk to him, okay? I don’t want to be stuck in your body any longer!”

“Please, you’re lucky you get to feel me up,” he winked at you, taking your (his) hands to flatten it on his stomach. “Come on, come on, feel my abs!” Whack. “Would you please stop slapping me? Your body is a lot more delicate than mine and my hands are – stop slapping me!”

Feeling bad for your friend and not wanting to abuse your body too much, you raised your hands in surrender with a roll of your eyes. “I can’t take you seriously with that voice. You’re too cute.”

“Complimenting ourselves now, aren’t we?” he scoffed, “Well, whatever, you are cute, especially when you’re angry. Such a shame I can’t see you do that right now because my handsome face is looking back at me.”

“I won’t hesitate to choke you, my friend.”

“You wouldn’t. You adore your body too much,” contrary to his words, Toge pulled a defensive stance. You threw a pillow at him, to which he easily dodged, clutching at the hem of your pyjamas afterwards. “Speaking of bodies, I really need to pee.”

“Hold it!”

“Are you insane? I’m not holding it, you’re going to kill us both!”

“Fine, I’ll take you to the rest room then,” you tugged at the hood of your shirt, pushing him inside the communal female restroom. Toge stood in the middle shock still, evidently flustered at the stalls and lack of urinals. You flicked a finger on his forehead, finger pointed to a stall. “Go pee. That’s my body – I need to make sure you’re not going to do anything weird with it.”

“I thought you trusted me, friend. Why would you think I’d touch you that way?”

You gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look. “You jack off every fucking night, Toge. I can hear you even from the next hallway. Plus, you’re a horny teenage male, who’s to say you wouldn’t be curious and try to see what female masturbation feels like?”

His eyes lit up at the idea, fist coming down to bounce at the palm of his hand as he nodded. “That’s actually a good idea—”

“Don’t you even dare.”

“What?!” you and Toge both exclaimed. He faced you with utter horror written on his face and you gasped, slapping both palms over your lips.

“It is true,” Principal Yaga affirmed with a grim look on his face. He’d recently got back to fetch your troublesome Gojo-Sensei who’d been caught starting a ruckus in Roponggi while women flocked around him, leading to your principal to haul his ass back to the school grounds. “Some curses are manifested through daily objects, and sometimes even through nature. That shooting star you saw was an example of that.”

“But is kissing really necessary?” Toge queried with a wary gaze sent your way.

“It’s a fairytale curse. It can only be broken through a true love’s kiss.”

“But sir, Toge and I have never dated anyone before. How can we miraculously fall in love with someone to break this curse overnight?”

“It doesn’t have to happen overnight. Sometimes, a simple crush will do,” Principal Yaga sighed, scratching his bald head with his face pulled deep in thought. “Y/N, you have a crush on Gojo-Sensei right? I’m going to kill him if he actually kisses you – and knowing that damn brat he might if you ask him – but I think a kiss on the cheek will suffice. For now, you both just have to...broaden your relationships. Maybe go out on dates.”

“I don’t mind that. In fact, I’m going to have the time of my life,” Toge cheered, his mood dampening once he saw you stiffen. “But my body is...”

Knowing full well that he’d get insecure over his lack of speech again, you glared at him hard enough that your best friend straightened up, lips puckered out in a pout as if you hadn’t just caught him talking badly about himself again when you’ve told him countless times he was perfectly fine the way he was.

It made you sigh, feeling slightly bad that until now he still couldn’t see himself the way you saw him – not that you’d ever vocalize this; Toge would never shut up (in the best way he could) if he had the slightest idea what went inside your head.

“You’re lucky you have a pretty face. Otherwise, it’s going to be impossible for anyone to like you,” you teased instead, somewhat flustered at your indirect compliment.

Toge merely scoffed at you, his gaze burning and hard, contrasting the teasing little shit grin he wore. “Oh, please, if I wasn’t the cursed speech user, I would’ve banged—”

“Kids!” Principal Yaga threw his dolls at you hard, the both of you clutching at your heads in pain. How were those dolls as heavy as rocks? “Take your bickering back to your rooms please. No more of this mess and noise. It’s late.”

You frowned at the old man, face pleading as you signed, “Principal Yaga, can’t we really do anything else? Aren’t there any techniques to undo this?”

You and Toge knew that combination so well – pitch black eyes, jaw clenched, lips pursed and palms interlaced under his chin – one that meant his words were final and irrevocable. None of you could argue or suggest more solutions the moment the words left his lips like an ultimate decree. “The technique is the kiss. Now leave.”

You and Toge tried, you both really did.

But following Principal Yaga’s suggestion of dating others had turned out to be a complete fail – even with your normal body and Toge’s physical charisma.

It simply didn’t work; not when Megumi ran away from you every time you tried to get him to kiss you with your arms wide open, and Toge wasn’t helping either by pushing Gojo-Sensei away from you every time the cheeky eyed teacher announced his willingness to help.

Eventually, you and your best friend had retired in his room, the scent of him coated all over his pillows and his shirt that you wore. That felt comforting, at least, and you buried yourself in the crook of your body’s neck, bodies tangled with one another.

Who knew dating could be so tiring?

A wave of irritation flashed over you from today’s events, knowing full well that this could’ve been avoided long ago. Scowling, you cuddled Toge closer, lightly flicking your fingers on your body’s chest. “This is your damn fault, Toge.”

“You were the one who asked me to stargaze with you.”

“You don’t always have to say no to everything I ask of you, you know.”

“You’re really dumber than I thought if you think I could easily say no to you,” he snorted above you, his chin resting atop your head. “I don’t have a lot of weakness because I’m a strong sorcerer—” another flick, a harsher one this time around. “Okay, okay, I’m just kidding! But I mean it though – you’re my best friend and my weakness. Of course I’d do anything to make you happy, even if it’s something as stupid as stargazing.”

“Hey!” you made a sound of protest in your throat, looking back at him with a frown. “It wasn’t stupid, it was romantic.”

Hell yeah, it was romantic indeed – your heart still skipped a beat every time you remembered Toge’s starry eyes matching the night sky’s beauty, the words salmon and mustard leaf surprisingly sexy every time it came from him. It was stupid – so fucking stupid – that you groaned into his chest to hide your flushed face.

“Yeah, I suppose it was.”

The room fell silent, your syncopated breathing soothing during this stressful times. Taking advantage of your voice, Toge began to hum, singing the songs you both had always listened to in the privacy of your room during lazy days. It brought a smile to your face as you clutched to him tighter, heart pounding in your chest as you gazed up at him, tapping his chin to get his attention. “Toge, can I say something weird?”

“Please, nothing you say surprises me anymore. Shoot.”

Your mouth began to dry as you cleared your throat in an attempt to hide your awkwardness, gaze pointedly averted from his prying ones. “You and I...we’ve known each other for a long time and we love each other. As best friends, of course.”

“Sheesh, friendzone much?”

“Would you please shut up and listen to me seriously for once?” you huffed, making him snicker, but nodded at you anyway to continue. “As I was saying – why don’t we kiss? It could be true love’s kiss.”

Toge didn’t speak for a good minute, the pregnant pause filling in the gap filled with tension. You taped his cheek, waving his hand in front of his eyes when he dazed out. When his gaze focussed back on you, Toge was surprisingly calm – although beneath that composed exterior, his mind had simply short-circuited. “If this is your way to get to make out with me, I’m going to sock you in the face.”

“Toge, I’m serious! Let’s kiss!”

“I don’t want to!” he shook his head indignantly, hiding his face by hugging you close to his chest instead.

“Why not? Don’t you want to swap back to your original body? Both of us haven’t showered in two days and I’m sick of the way you smell. You’re lucky I love you though, otherwise I’m going to cry. Come on, Toge, what’s holding you back?” you tried to fight back from his grip, but he’d surprised you both when he only squeezed you tighter, both your erratic heart rates matching the other.

“I said no.”

“Toge, it’s just a damn kiss, what’re you so afraid of?”

“I’m afraid that if we don’t swap back, then that means you don’t love me the way I love you!” he finally admitted, breathing hard before continuing. “Principal Yaga said it must be a kiss between lovers and not just platonic friends okay?” you attempted to scramble away from his arms again, and this time he let you, though he’d closed his eyes, cheek squished on the pillows as he murmured, “I don’t want you to reject me... even though I messed up already.”

“Wait,” you snapped your fingers to make him open his eyes, hesitant as you signed, “You...you love me that way?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because my face is staring back at me and it’s fucking awkward – I wanted to see your face when I confessed!” he sat up with a frustrated groan, childishly kicking off the sheets of the bed as he clutched his head in his hands. “I had everything planned, okay? Nobara and Yuuji helped me think of everything because Megumi is shit when it comes to love. Listen, I was going to ask you on a candlelit date and then maybe kiss the life out of you – if you feel the same way—”

“Kiss me.” The body he possessed a victim of his own powers, Toge was left with no choice but to grab your face before his mouth pressed against yours, fingers entangled into the other’s hair. You were smiling into the kiss the whole time, barely able to recognize when Toge had shifted your bodies until you were under him, his hands running down your sides lovingly the whole time.

Pulling away to get some air, you opened your eyes, unsurprised when Toge laid above you, his strong arms planted beside your head.

Both of you were breathing hard from the passionate kiss filled with so much sexual tension and longing, your tongue darting out to swipe at his taste on your lips. The laughter that bubbled out of you was pure, wholesome and swollen like your heart. “I love you too, idiot.”

“Salmon!” Toge peppered your cheeks with kisses, pulling out more gleeful laughter from you, his playful and loving attacks more of a gift than a punishment. Once you’d recovered from your happiness – although really, who could recover after that? – Toge unzipped his collar, his smile nothing but wicked when he commanded, “Kiss me again.”

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aquanova99 · 3 years

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Halloween Party (Jasper x Reader)

“Alrighty everyone looks like we have a special guest today!”

Y/n introduced you to her class. You were met with giggles and a lot of questions. You could hear some of the littles whisper about you being y/ns boyfriend, it brought a smile to your face. Y/n had invited you to her class Halloween party for the little ones.

“I hope everyone is okay with all this food.” You told her.

“Jasper hun, you didn’t have to bring in anything.”

“Are you kidding? The second I told Esme what you were doing she all but bought out the whole store.”

“This is so nice of you guys.” She turned back to the class, it was funny to see her dressed up for Halloween she looked so beautiful, “okay class what do we say?”

“Thank you!!” A chorus of princesses, superheroes and everything in between replied

Your gift had always come with some downsides but being surrounded by y/n had become almost addicting. She always had a positive attitude and seemed to be generally happy. You weren’t expecting the influx of pure joy from all of the little people. The kids y/n taught were at that age where they weren’t really afraid of anything, they just enjoyed life.

“Hi! Do you want to play with me?” A little girl dressed like one of the toys from a movie y/n showed you asked

“What would you like to play?” You answered, surprised anyone wanted to play with you. You’d seen y/n hop from group to group playing with all the kids. All of them kept asking for her involvement, whether it was pretend or just company. All the kids wanted to hold her hand or have hugs. The little girl had just finished playing with y/n about five minutes ago.

“Let’s play cowgirls duh! You be the horse!” You didn’t have much time to respond before she climbed on your back. Soon enough everyone was asking for a turn. You didn’t mind, it made y/n smile so it was easily worth it. Besides it made all of the kids excited, it was a nice change of pace from your adoptive brother and his constant whining.

“Wow, who knew you’d be such a hit with the kids.” Y/n said at the end of the day as she was cleaning up.

“What can I say darling? It’s all the sweets I brought.” You two laughed

“We both know it was much more than that, thank you for today Jas.”

“It was fun thanks for having me around. I can’t believe you can still have so much energy all the time.”

She shrugged “I don’t all the time but I think it’s worth it. You realize they are going to ask for you for every holiday party now?” She said as she wrapped her arms around you

“Can I come back?” You said lifting her up and sitting her on your lap

“Of course you can,” she gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, “now come on cowboy. Let’s finish cleaning so we can go home. I need to thank Esme for all this food.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 3 years

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Types of love - Jin Drabble ft Jungkook {fluff + angst} Housemate au

You hear a deep sigh beside you as you take out the laundry from the washing machine.

“Noona what are you doing?” Jungkook sounds exasperated with you and it’s only 7 in the morning.

“Jin’s got a meeting at 12, I told him I’d get his clothes ready for him,” you grin brightly at your youngest housemate.

“Why can’t Hyung do it?” He doesn’t return the smile.

“He wanted a lie in.”

There’s that sigh again but you ignore it, it made you feel a little shame that you tried to push down.

“Okay new question,” you could see him pinch the bridge of his nose from the coroner of your eye as you put the clothes in the dryer. “Why are you doing it?”

You shrug, “he’s been busy and I just though-”

“Noona,” cold judgy eyes came from the maknae.

“Kookie leave it, I’m doing it because I want to,” your sunny outlook on today was suddenly dampened by the annoying brat following you.

“He’s taking advantage of you and your feelin-”

“Kook I said leave it!”

You slam the door as you walk out.

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It was no secret to anyone that you may have feelings for the oldest of your housemates, even though you’ve never ever said it out loud. Your actions spoke for you. You always went the extra mile due to your unrequited affection, but you didn’t mind, you were always taught to love without limits and you swore you did what you did without expecting anything in return. He was just so handsome and funny, you were happy just to be his friend, even if your heart hoped to be something more, you couldn’t help it. Maybe he did sometimes take a little advantage of you? But truly you were to blame for that and you took full responsibility.

You and Jin ignored the way Jungkook was staring daggers at him as you brought him his tea with some cakes to the table when he got back from a long day of work.

“How was work Jin?” You asked.

“Perks of being son of the CEO, everyone offered to do my work for me,” cue the windshield wiper laughter you loved to hear. “The new girl on my floor slipped me her number, it was a pretty good day.”

Your heart sank and with it your smile, you forced it to stay on as he rambled about his day and the pretty new girl, if they both could see your discomfort they didn’t say anything.

Jin wasn’t oblivious he just didn’t care, Jungkook on the other hand now watched your reactions like a hawk.

“It may not be the most professional thing to do as her potential new boss but I may have agreed to drinks Friday night,” he chortles, his spiel coming to an end.

“You’re not taking over the business any time soon Hyung, hold your horses,” Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Wait Friday?” You suddenly speak after staying quiet. “Jin we’re all supposed to go for dinner Friday, we booked the table and everything.”

The three of you reserved dinner at the same place every year on the anniversary of you all moving in, it was an important night for you, you three were always so busy or tired so nights out were rare. Plus Jin was always so busy, he was either at work or at the gym or sleeping or out, the housemate anniversary was the only real time you got to spend with him.

“Y/n I think you missed the part of the story where I told you she was hot,” he argues with what he thinks is sound logic.

“Jin it’s the housemate anniversary, it’s sacred are you seriously ditching us for some random girl?”

“It’s not a big deal Y/n, hoes before bros you know?” he laughs at his own stupid joke and for the first time it irritates you a little.

“Not your bro Jin,” you grit your teeth.

“You might as well be Y/n, you’re not exactly the girliest girl ever,” he responds.

“Hyung,” Jungkook warns, finally butting in after watching your discussion like a tennis match.

You sit back in shock, did he seriously bro zone you? What the hell!

“Noona is pretty Hyung, stop being mean,” young Kookie comes to your defence when you fail to speak.

“Oh no I’m not saying she’s not, she’s just not my type,” why the hell was he talking about you like you weren’t there, he wasn’t even looking at you anymore. You sit deflated with you head low, biting back tears. Jin didn’t notice, when did he ever, Jungkook did.

“I think that’s enough.”

Jungkook was right, that was enough, you stood up to leave without uttering another word to them both. Once he heard your door close, Jungkook unleashed hell.

“What the hell hyung! Are you trying to upset her on purpose?” He seethed in a hush tone. “You know how she feels about you what the hell was that?”

“God Kookie don’t start on me it’s been a long day, it’s fun to pick on her a little, what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is you hurt her feelings,” Jungkook says a little louder still trying to control the rage he felt at the man sitting in nonchalance while he had his fists formed and jaws clenched. Jin shrugged his shoulders and Jungkook wondered what happened to his good friend, he was never like this before.

“Hyung you take advantage on her all the time, she literally does everything for you because she cares about you without expecting anything in return and you treat her like shit,” he explains, “it has to stop.”

“I don’t know why you’re lecturing me you brat,” Jin rolls his eyes, “I’m older than you by 5 years, learn some respect.”

Jungkook walked away before he laid his fist into his friend and lived to regret it, he didn’t realise you heard every word.

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“Is he seriously not coming?”

It was stupid to hope that Jin would make an appearance while you both waited for him at home dressed and ready. He still hadn’t come from work... he finished two hours ago. You weren’t upset because you liked Jin, you were upset because you thought at least you meant something as a friend. Jin and Jungkook became what you thought were best friends for you, regardless of stupid feelings, you just thought they felt the same.

Jungkook stood next to your sitting form, moving his weight from foot to foot.

“I don’t think he is Noona, he said he wasn’t going to,” Jungkook sighed. “Why are we still waiting, we’re going to miss our reservation.”

He hated seeing you sad, if he could punch some sense into Jin he would, hell he’d punch him anyway for making you look so downcast. He sighs deeply again, throwing his head back in exasperation.

He kneels down in front of you, taking you hands into his as you look up slightly to meet his gaze. He has stars in his eyes, you think, why hadn’t you noticed before?

“Noona should we just cancel?” He asks delicately. “We can go get our pjs and order an Indian and have a stupid movie night.”

He was really trying to make things better you could feel it, your blatant emotions for his friend must’ve made him feel so uncomfortable but he’s still trying for you. You offer him a small smile.

“Sounds great Kookie,” you say sincerely.

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“Oh my god are you kidding me!” Jungkook says half seriously yelling at you. “Iron man is way better than Batman.”

You laugh out so loud, you can’t remember the last time you felt like this.

“I didn’t mean it Koo,” you say between breaths of laughter. “You’re just so cute!”

He fights the red feeling blooming in his face as he pokes the inside of cheek with his tongue in faux annoyance. Jungkook was loving your impromptu movie night, it was the first time in forever you didn’t mention he who must not be named.

“That’s just cruel, you don’t joke about iron man, it’s blasphemy,” his words make you laugh harder and it makes him break out in a big grin, one that wipes away as you both hear the keys turn.

Jin was not expecting you both curled up on the sofa with take away containers on the coffee table when he walked home from a rather boring date. Your laughter dies in your throat before he even walked into the room, eyes boring into the tv. Jungkook keeps his arm around you in place, he felt warm and comfortable he didn’t want this feeling to end.

“Good date Hyung?” He doesn’t know why he asked when he could feel you stiffen in his hold.

“Yeah,” he says a little dazed at the sight in front of him. “did you guys not go out?”

“Nah we stayed in and had a iron man marathon,” the bunny teeth were out as he grinned.

“I lost Rock Paper Scissors,” you offered meekly. Why did you feel like you were cheating on Jin? That was ridiculous, you were not dating Jin and you were just friends with Jungkook, right? “Wanna join?”

He shakes his head, “no you guys look like you’re having fun, plus I’m a bit tired so I’m going to head to bed.”

You normally offer him some tea and cake at this point, but you stay silent, Jin tries not to read into why it makes his chest feel heavy with disappointment and something else he can’t quite figure out.

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You were laughing loudly again, it was irritating the broad shouldered man to no end, he didn’t mind the sound honestly, he just hated the reason why you were in this state. Jungkook was making faces at you while you both cooked and honestly Jin couldn’t understand why you found it so funny.

“You look like a meme!” You chortle.

“Is dinner ready yet?” Jin interrupts.

“Patience Hyung,” Jungkook doesn’t break eye contact with you, still smiling brightly. He’s so pretty when he smiles, you felt like you hadn’t seen it for a while before your movie night.

“Are you two dating?” Jin slams his laptop shut in his outbreak, he didn’t mean to ask but it came out anyway. You nearly drop the plate you’re holding but Jungkook catches it before you let it go. Now your both holding a plate while staring at each other wide eyed, while Jin gawks at you both with a quiet anger simmering away inside of him.

Why are you both blushing furiously? Jungkook is the first to break away as he stares his Hyung down with his own anger.

“So what if we are?” He asks. “I don’t think it’s any of your business either way.”

“Jungkook...” you frown, you were not dating, why didn’t he just say no... why didn’t you just say no?

Jin scoffs, he couldn’t really say anything to that but it pissed him off.

“I didn’t realise you were into toy boys Y/n,” he jeers.

Now you were frowning at Jin as Jungkook started to shake with rage.

“I could treat her a lot better than you ever could,” he seethes back.

“You’re still a kid Jungkookie, Y/n always treats you like one,” did he seriously not hear the irony in his words?

“That’s enough!” It’s you that breaks up the inane argument. “Jungkook is not a kid Jin, just because he’s young and nice doesn’t make him any less of a man than you.”

They’re both shocked at your outburst.

“He’s been a wonderful friend to me for years, he’s always had my back, always looked out for me even when I was being a stupid idiot pining after you!”

The youngest of the trio can feel his chest full with warmth at your words and the way your glaring at the oldest with such disdain he never thought he’d see. Jin stays quiet at your onslaught starting to feel shame as he reflected on how he’s treated you through the years. He used to really adore you too, really appreciated everything you did for him but when everyone at work started treating him the same it became a normalcy, something expected instead of a gift.

“I’d be so lucky if Kookie dated me, although he’d be out of his mind to after how pathetic I’ve been, he’s the best guy I know, don’t speak to him like that.”

Jungkook can’t help the small smile fighting to turn the corners up on his mouth, Jin doesn’t miss the way he looks at you, full of love. You were an idiot not to see it, it had been there for a while.

“Noona, the pastas burning...”

You turn back to the stove feeling the heat in your face from your rant, you didn’t expect it from yourself to be honest. Jungkook stood beside you, mixing the sauce in the other pan while the room sat in silence.

He couldn’t help but steal glances at you, couldn’t help the hope in his heart build, maybe you felt the same way about him too. Maybe this is what redamancy feels like.

You try to sneak a peak at the man standing next to you, surprised to see his eyes already on you, you feel your heart stop for a second before it restarted anew.

You return his smile, you can’t help it.

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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She lives in daydreams with me

or alternatively, when jean and you visit Ikea

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pairing: jean x fem! reader

wc: 1.5k+

tags: fluff, modern! au, female reader, language, mentions of food.

a/n: I was inspired by this post, also I just like Ikea, I think Jean would to tbh. am i living out my own daydreams with Jean by writing this? potentially. i love him lol. Feedback and any criticism encouraged lmao.

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Your head tilted as you stared dead-on at the boy in front of you.

“Jean, what is that?”

“What are you talking about baby, this is a-” He squinted, looking at the tag, of what you assumed to be a night light?

“An-garna.” Jean looked back up at you, grinning widely.

You had come earlier to Ikea, needing to buy some storage baskets for your room, and yet here you were standing in a miniature model of a child’s room, staring at the six-foot three-man holding a children’s night light, that had...Was that panda face design on it?

“Jean, my love, my dear, we don’t have kids; why on Earth would I need a children’s night light?” The toothy grin quickly disappeared from his face, quickly replaced with a stern expression.

“Just because something is marketed towards children doesn’t mean adults can’t buy it, and anyways I was merely suggesting it, knowing how you can’t sleep after watching horror movies.” It’s more like when he can’t sleep after watching, but his ego would never let him admit that.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, “put it in the cart, Kirstein.” He flashed you a smile, coming over and placing a kiss on your cheek before mumbling a small thank you.

As much as you would act annoyed or unamused when it came to Jean’s antics, it was more or less a front. You loved it when he would let his guard down in public with you. He wasn’t always like this; the Jean you met years prior would be caught dead before expressing his affections in public. He would get easily flustered, blush to sport his face if anyone he knew saw him admiring and doting on his girlfriend. It wasn’t something that deeply upset you; in a way, you were able to keep a tiny part of Jean to yourself, the goofy, tender side of him that he only let out when he was with you. However, watching him become more confident in himself and expressing his love for you outranked any desires that you had to keep Jean bottled up for your gratification.

He walked in front, long legs carrying him practically miles in front of you until he turned a corner and found himself situated in a living-room model. You followed shortly after and saw that he was making himself comfortable on a charcoal-grey couch.

“Mm, come sit,” he patted gently on the cushion next to him, gesturing to you to join him on the sofa. You raised your eyebrows and let out a giggle, situating the cart near a side table before accompanying him.

“What do you wanna watch babe,” Jean tilted his head, signalling to the fake flat-screen in front of you. You thought about tormenting the boy; however, you opted to play along with him this time.

“Oooh, I don’t know, check if the new Grey’s episode is out.” He smiled at you, appreciating your willingness to get lost in this daydream with him. His smile quickly shifted into a mischievous grin as he poked your side.

“Heyyy, what the fuck was that for!” You recoiled, shrinking away from him, but before you could get far enough away from him, he pulled you back into his side. You tried squirming away from him, only for his grip on you to get stronger, and you were met with a chuckle—the noise reverberating around the tiny living room.

“Really? Greys? On a night like this?” You shifted your body, turning your head to look at the “window” covered with sheer beige curtains, overlaid with opaque maroon ones. Outside, or rather you should say the wall was painted white, so you began drumming up a scenario in your mind. That was tonight, a spring evening, stars visible in the night sky? Or a cold and snowy winter’s night? The purple tinge of the atmosphere apparent through the translucent curtains. Jean stared at you intently, wondering what you will come up with, his gaze shifting as the corners of your lips upturned; you had settled on an idea.

“Oooh yeah, it’s practically pitch black outside; I can only see the streetlights in the distance. We should really do something about that pesky tree, though. Its branches keep tapping on the window; it’s frankly quite annoying.” A rosy tinge was present on his cheeks, hazel eyes twinkling at you.

You placed a hand on his chest, your focus entirely on the love-struck boy in front of you, “You know what? We should totally watch a horror movie!” Just as you began to immerse yourself in the daydream, Jean shot up from the couch, leaving an indent where he was sitting behind.

“Alright, enough dilly-dallying, we should go home now.” He clapped his hands together, moving to grab the cart to leave the store display.

Dilly-dallying? Did he really just say dilly-dallying?

“What’s wrong, Jean-boy? This is our home! Oooh, don’t tell me you don’t wanna watch because you’re scared.” You fell back on the couch, beaming, elbows propping you up as you teased him.

“Am not. I just decided that I’m in the mood for cinnamon rolls and fro-yo.” He placed his elbow on the handles of the cart, head resting in the palm of his hand. He gave you an unimpressed look.

“Oh really? Who’s that night-light for again? I seem to have forgotten.” This time it was his turn to roll his eyes at you. Without saying anything, he placed his hands back on the cart’s handle and began to leave the “living room.”

You swung your legs over, a giggle leaving your mouth as you walked over to your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his middle, resting your cheek on him. “Babe, I was just joking; I didn’t mean to upset you,” you mumbled into him.

He let out a sigh and stopped in the middle of the aisle. You watched as he brought one of his hands down to grasp one of yours that had taken hold of his waist. Jean turned to face you, head tilting as a slight smirk overtook his face. “That’s what I was waiting to hear.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before turning around to continue rolling the cart forward to his destination.

His arm extended behind him, motioning to you to hold his hand. You obliged, your palm sliding in his, fingers curling around your knuckles as his. “Whatever,” you grumbled, choosing to turn your head to observe the variety of rugs that were hanging on display. He tugged at your hand, an amused expression painting his face.

“You want those cinnamon buns or not, pretty girl?” The pet name almost made you choke. He knew what it would do to you. He would use it sparsely, only to coax a reaction out of you, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know the hold he had over you.

You whipped your head back to face him, confident to quip back at him, but it all melted when you saw the way he was looking at you; a lop-sided smirk, his tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip before capturing it between his teeth. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for what you had to say.

“Yeah, I do.” You managed to slip a few words out. He had won this one, using his charms to debilitate any assuredness you had. He brought your linked hands up to his lips, tenderly kissing the back of your hand, humming in delight.

“You know, we should come here more often, live out our domestic daydreams together.” The smells of cinnamon buns were getting stronger as you walked on.

“Sure, but you could also just move in with me.”

The tips of his ears went red, and you paused, realizing what you just said, the weight of what you just said. You had thought about asking him to move in with you, but you didn’t mean for it to slip out in the middle of a random conversation; in Ikea nonetheless. “I- You don’t have to. I was just joking. I don’t know why I said that.”

Your voice dwindled to merely a whisper as you completed your sentence. Jean stopped the cart once more. “Yes. Yes, I’ll move in with you.” His expression was earnest as he looked at you, eyes glittering with adoration as he waited for your response.

“Whoa, whoa, hold your horses cowboy. We can talk about this after you get me those cinnamon buns you promised.” you wiped any sense of embarrassment from your face as you tried to suppress your laughter, which was caused by the zealousness your boyfriend had just shown.

However, there was no doubt that your heart did grow in fondness for Jean, and you were relieved that he wasn’t off-put by your haphazard confession. He was absolutely whipped for you, and you couldn’t deny that you were head over heels in love with him either. You desired to continue to share your life with him, and moving in together would be the next step in your relationship.

“Yes, Ma’am” His voice broke you out of your thoughts as he placed his hand to his forehead to salute you. You giggled at his actions.

“Lead the way, Kirstein.”

a/n: lol, this was practically for my own self-indulgence. and i feel like this was a tad bit ooc idk. Anywayssss, I would like to mention that I'm working on a navigation page with taglists and such and thinking about requests. I wanna branch out write for more aot characters as well as jjk and hq. Again, I'm very new to this so it's gonna take some time. I would love to know ur thoughts on all of this lol.

As always, please leave a like/reblog (i love reading tags makes me happy heh) if you enjoyed this, I appreciate lots <33

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rin-eko · 3 years

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Paradise - Tendou Satori

Warnings/tags: cursing, bullying, mean!reader, childhood friends to lovers, mentions of difficult families, penetrative sex

Summary: Tendou was by your side your whole life, even when you were the reason for his suffering.

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Tendou is five years old when he moves next door to you. He’s all skin and bones, with hollow cheeks and legs that resemble a flamingoes, stick-like and no muscle. His hair is cut strangely- a look only his mother thinks is cute- and his eyes seem to take up half his face.

He doesn’t have any friends- he barely understands what they are. At his previous kindergarten the other children his age seemed to give him a wide berth. He spent his time playing in the sandpits alone or racing toy cars in his own corner of the classroom, his only guest the teacher coming over to check on him.

No one was mean to him, but no one engaged with him either, and he watched with a little confusion as they made groups amongst themselves and stayed that way for the rest of the year.

He’s on the floor playing with two superhero figures- his small body hidden amongst piles of moving boxes- when there’s a knock on the door. His mother wipes her hands on her apron and smiles at him before going to greet whoever it is.

On the other side of the door is a beautiful woman with a warm smile. She’s holding a cake and welcoming them to the neighborhood, saying that if they ever need anything at all feel free to give her a call.

His mother thanks her profusely and invites her in for dinner, and Tendou only realizes then that there is a small figure behind the woman. A girl his age with two pigtails and a doll in her hands.

He’s friendly for someone with no friends, smiling brightly and waving at you. You cower behind your mother even more, gripping her dress and tugging. His hand- and smile- lower slowly.

At dinnertime, your mothers laugh and chat together, and he tries to talk to you again, noticing how you push around his mom’s cooking with your fork as if it’s the nastiest food you’ve ever had the displeasure of tasting.

“What shows do you like?” he questions excitedly. He likes shows about superheroes and villains, but you launch into a monologue about a show he’s never heard of, one involving princesses and horses. Soon enough you both lapse into an awkward silence. He finishes his dinner while his mom takes your uneaten plate and slides the picked-at food into the trash.

After that, your mothers keep arranging little meet-ups, either because they really have found a friend in each other or because they want you and Tendou to get along.

Tendou tries. Every time you come over to his house and his mother tells him to play nicely with you in his room he always tries to entice you into playing a fun game, but you stick to one corner of the room and play with your own toys.

“What are you doing?” he asks one day, once he’s gained enough courage to timidly shuffle into your territory. “Can I play?”

“I’m playing unicorn princesses, you can’t play though,” you stick your tongue out at him. “Go away.”

He tries again a week later. “Do you wanna watch a movie together? My mom said we can eat popcorn and have juice while we watch!”

“No thanks. I don’t want to watch a move with you,” you don’t even look at him as you say it, galloping the toy ponies in your hands.

“Oh,” his tiny shoulders sink. “Why not?”

“Because you’re weird.”

Because you’re weird.

Weird.

It’s the first time anyone has ever called him that. He doesn’t yet realise that weird is a word that will become a close friend of his in the coming years.

…

You and Tendou get enrolled into the same elementary school- courtesy of your mothers- and Tendou realizes almost instantly that it’s very different from kindergarten.

He was tall for his age in kindergarten, but everyone in elementary school is almost the same height- some kids even tower over him. Most of the kids walk in pairs or groups, already having made friends.

“Y/n!” he calls excitedly when he sees you walking beside another girl, both of you with matching pink and purple backpacks. You’re the only one he knows, so he hopes he can sit next to you.

As soon as you see him, however, you scowl. He hears the other girl ask who he is, to which you shrug and continue on to the classroom, leaving him by the school entrance.

He’s able to shake it off, too concerned with the nervous butterflies flitting about his stomach when he enters the classroom. The teacher greets him warmly and instructs him to find a seat.

“Hi! I’m Tendou!” he smiles at a boy with short black hair, the seat beside him empty. The boy startles, staring up at Tendou’s red hair and beady eyes.

“Oh… hi…”

“Do you mind if I sit here?” Tendou gestures to the empty chair.

The boy grimaces. “Ummm, no actually my friend already told me to save a seat for him and he’s gonna be here soon so…”

“Oh… that’s okay!” Tendou smiles. He moves along, noticing how people are suddenly looking away and sliding their backpacks onto empty seats beside them.

His wide eyes blink in a daze when he stands at the back of the class, nowhere to sit, backpack clenched tightly in front of him.

“Oh, Tendou,” the teacher realizes just as she’s about to start introducing herself to the students. Everyone in the class has found a seat- including you. You’re distracted, whispering and giggling with a girl sitting next to you.

“I thought I put enough seats in the room. Oh well, I’ll grab another one from a different class. I’ll put it at the back for today, but we’ll rearrange tomorrow so you’re sitting next to somebody.”

Tendou feels strange as he sits at the back of the classroom and watches everyone group up and get to know each other, fizzy black spots clouding the corners of his vision. He’s not sure how to approach anyone, least of all you, who already has a mob of girls and boys surrounding you.

…

The next week is your first gym class, and the coach explains the rules of dodgeball before choosing two team captains. A triumphant smirk springs on your face when you’re chosen, and you and the other captain start picking people for each of your teams.

Tendou’s chest puffs out a little. You’ll choose him. You always come and play at his house. His mother says you’re friends. Even if you all you’ve done is ignore him since school started, you’ll definitely choose him for your team.

But his chest deflates a little more as each person who isn’t him is picked, a queasy feeling entering his stomach when he’s the only one left standing by the wall.

He shifts uncomfortably, face prickling. He wants to hide. Everyone is whispering and looking at him strangely.

He’s small- tiny, really- as he waits for someone to choose him, eyes big and lost, little legs trembling.

“Oh, what’s this? We have one more. Who wants to take Tendou on their team?” the coach returns from setting up the dodgeball court.

The whole gym goes silent. Tendou’s hands form small fists. Why is no one picking him? Is there something wrong with him? His mother wishes him off to school everyday with a warm smile as she calls out for him to make lots of friends, as if she really believes he can. But…

“I don’t want Tendou on my team, he looks kind of scary…” the boy captain whispers.

“Yeah, he’s like that monster in that comic we read last week.”

“I don’t want a weirdo on my team either,” you stomp your foot. Tendou curls into himself, feeling hot tears well up in his eyes, fingers curling into the bottom of his shirt.

Eventually the coach takes pity on him and assigns him to a team- fortunately not yours.

He tries his best to play, but his limbs don’t work smoothly together yet. He’s uncoordinated, and shame prickles his face when everyone on his team starts complaining about his lack of skill.

For some reason, his eyes seek out yours on the other side of the gym, as if asking for help. You gaze at him impassively, a ball resting under your arm.

What do I do? He wants to ask you, but the captain is in his face and asking him why he can’t catch the ball properly.

“Do you think I look like a monster?” he asks you when the two of you walk home together that day. Usually your walks home are silent. He knows you don’t want to talk to him, but he can’t seem to help asking the question, recalling the boy’s words from earlier in the day.

Is that why no one wants to be friends with him? Does he look… scary? He’s never seen someone with eyes and hair the colour of his. Maybe he really does look like a monster.

“No,” you reply. His chest loosens with a smile.

“Really?”

“Really,” you nod. You smile back at him, stopping in your step to take his hand. “Tendou…”

“Hm?”

“You don’t look like a monster. You’re much uglier than one.”

…

Tendou’s ninth birthday comes and his mother invites the whole class to his house to celebrate. It’s his first party ever, and he spends the whole day preparing. He helps his mom hang up balloons and streamers, excited to show the other kids his toys and finally make friends.

“When are people coming over, mama?” he asks. He’s been sitting at the table staring at the cake for what feels like hours. A bright purple party hat sits crookedly atop his head. His mother worries her bottom lip nervously.

“Um, soon, sweetie. Real soon.”

She looks ready to weep with relief when the doorbell rings, rushing over to greet the guests.

“I’m so sorry we’re late, Y/n was throwing a tantrum for no reason,” your mom hugs Tendou’s and you trudge over to the table and take a seat across from him with a huff.

“Hi!” Tendou greets.

“Where’s everyone else?” you snap.

“They haven’t come yet, but I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” Tendou smiles. “Do you wanna play hide and seek in the meantime?”

“Not with you. I’ll wait for everyone else to come.”

In the end, no one else comes and the sky grows dark. You and your mom stay for dinner and cake, but no party games are played and no friends are made.

“You know why no one came, don’t you?” you ask snootily when your mom ushers you upstairs with Tendou to “play nicely”.

He frowns. Shakes his head. “They were probably all busy.”

“No, it’s cause it’s Haru’s birthday today also and everyone likes him better than you so everyone went to his party.”

“Oh.” He hadn’t been invited.

“I wanted to go to Haru’s birthday party too but my mom said I have to come here. It’s so boring at your house though and I don’t even like you.”

“W-Why don’t you like me?” his bottom lip trembles.

“It’s not just me. No one likes you, Tendou.”

He creeps down the stairs that night when his mom and dad are talking in the kitchen. He’s supposed to be in bed, but he can’t sleep. Something is knotted in his chest. A rapid, panicked heartbeat rattling against his ribcage. The nervousness and disappointment of the day haven’t been unwound from his body; his heart is sore.

“My heart is breaking, honey. I can’t take the thought of him having no friends,” his mother shakes her head, burying her face in his father’s chest.

“Mama?” he pads into the kitchen to take her hand.

Her head shots up as she wipes her nose with her sleeve, sniffling.

“Hi baby, why aren’t you in bed?”

“I’m not sleepy. Why are you crying?” he frowns. Is she crying because no one came to his birthday?

“No reason, sweetie. I’m just a bit tired,” she pats his head. He squeezes her hand.

“You don’t need to worry, mama. I’m okay, even if no one comes to my party.”

More tears well up in her eyes. He watches as they spill down her cheeks before she grips him tight and tugs him into her arms. Comforting words fall from her lips in the hope that they can heal the tiny cuts that have been forming on his heart since he was five.

…

You eventually stop going around to Tendou’s house. Your mothers are still the best of friends and often visit each other, but Tendou’s weekends are spent alone in his room.

He still doesn’t have any friends, and a small, lonely part of him still hopes for them, even when the other kids whisper about how ugly and monstrous he is behind his back. And sometimes straight to his face.

He’s never understood it. Why no one wanted to be friends with him from the very first day. Had he done something wrong, or had there been a sign hanging over his six-year-old head saying ‘BEWARE, THIS BOY IS A GHOUL’?

The title of monster catches the attention of the wrong kinds of people. He’s tall for his age, but still weak and helpless the first time the group of boys a year older than him approaches.

He doesn’t do anything at first, but when they ask him to hand over any money he has on him he denies the request and goes back to eating his lunch. He thinks he’s been polite enough- especially for someone who isn’t used to interacting with others- but when he’s dragged outside and shoved against a wall at the back of the school he realizes that their request had been more of a command. He simply didn’t have the social skills to even realize what bullying was.

He comes home that night with bruises on his arms and a split lip, somehow already knowing to keep what had happened from his fretting mother, the excuse of being injured in a soccer game ready on his lips.

It happens again. And again. From that moment the group of boys deemed Tendou their newest target and went on to make the following months hell for him.

A broken part of him delighted in it. Or rather, took comfort in it. Because if he wasn’t being called a monster, then what was he, really? It almost became a part of his identity. The day seemed strange when it passed without anyone calling him ugly names.

You didn’t insult often. You didn’t interact with him at all, simply watching on as he took the blame for things that were never his fault. You didn’t do anything when he was blamed for killing the class rabbit. It hadn’t been his responsibility to feed it during the holidays, but whoever’s responsibility it was had obviously forgotten because a decomposed, maggot-infested rabbit body was laying in the hay pen when school reopened for term to begin.

“It was Tendou!” a girl cried out. She was feeling guilty going by the tears running down her face hysterically. “He said he’d feed it but he forgot!”

No… it wasn’t me, he wanted to yell. Everyone was staring at him again. The teacher was scolding him, but he could barely hear her. He saw you on the other side of the classroom. Black spots dotted his vision and obscured your figure but he could tell it was you.

Tell them it wasn’t my fault, his eyes pleaded with you. I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me.

You turned away.

A few weeks later a girl went crying to the teacher because someone had thrown mud at her. Tendou watched the scene from a bench outside, seeing a boy tailing after her and pleading for her not to tell on him.

“Oh dear, what happened?” the teacher gasped.

The boy caught sight of Tendou staring through the window. He pointed.

“Tendou threw mud at her, Miss!”

No, I didn’t.

“Tendou, come here right now.”

He shuffled into the classroom. The muddy girl stared at her shoes. The boy glared at Tendou, daring him to deny the accusation.

“He took mud from the garden and threw it at her, I saw him,” the boy explained.

No, I didn’t.

His surroundings blurred. A figure walked past the classroom door.

“Y/n!” the teacher called out. You poked your head around the corner. “Yes, Miss?”

“Did you see what happened outside?”

You seemed to assess the situation, taking in the muddy girl and two boys.

“Yeah, Tendou put mud in her face.”

The teacher glowered at him. “I’m calling your parents, Tendou. This is unacceptable.”

His mother scolded him in the car on the way home. She went on and on about behaving properly while Tendou stared out the window. He couldn’t find the energy to tell her it wasn’t him. It wasn’t his fault.

He hadn’t done anything wrong. People just didn’t like him.

…

They hadn’t gone this far before. They had littered his skin in bruises and called him every name in the book as they shredded the contents of his backpack and kicked him in the ribs, but they hadn’t done something so disgusting to him before.

“Wait,” Tendou laughed a bit hysterically. “Why are we in here? Hold on, wait…!”

He’s eleven when his words are cut off as a large hand dunks his head down into a toilet bowl of piss, the flush being pressed so toilet water runs down his face and into his gasping mouth.

He clawed at the forearms holding his head down, unable to breathe.

“Ew, I can’t believe you guys are actually doing this,” a girl laughed from the doorway of the boy’s bathroom. “That’s so gross.”

“Well that’s what creeps like him get, ya know,” the guy gripping Tendou’s hair laughed.

“Wait a teacher’s coming down the hall, quick stop,” she whispered. The hand immediately left his head, giving him room to push away.

He was sprawled on the bathroom floor, gasping and spluttering when the leader of the group spoke again.

“Fuck, that was close. Y/n, did you get the video?”

“Yeah, don’t worry I didn’t put your faces in it.”

Tendou’s blood runs cold at the sound of your voice. His eyes shake when he sees you standing with another girl and the same group of boys who beat him to a pulp every chance they get.

“Y/n,” he croaked. Why were you doing this? Why did you let that happen to him?

Your eyes dropped to Tendou, visible disgust in them. “Don’t talk to me with the same mouth that just drank someone else’s pee, that’s so gross.”

The next day in gym class they play volleyball and he blocks a ball spiked by the same boy who had shoved his head into a toilet bowl. He stares at his hands for ages in pure wonder. The gym is completely silent.

Did he do that?

He looks up, seeing the shocked, wide-eyed stare of the boy on the other side of the net. His face transforms into a mean scowl when Tendou smiles a little.

It feels good. It feels so good. The face the boy is making… he has to see it again. A swirl of euphoria zips through his chest.

He wants more of this.

…

He barely gets into Shiratorizawa- the school his mom wants him to go to- and you pass the entrance exam with flying colors.

He schedules a meeting with Coach Washijo, and much to his delight the old man doesn’t care how he plays volleyball- unlike his mediocre middle school coach- as long as he can score.

He wants to see the expression on his opponent’s face when he slams a ball back down onto their side of the court. The helplessness of having their hopes crushed. The sheer euphoria that races through his veins when he succeeds once again at the one thing he’s good at.

It’s… paradise.

He meets Ushijima Wakatoshi, who attended Shiratorizawa for junior high as well. He’s already the ace of the volleyball team despite being a first year. Tendou sees why the first time he witnesses the beauty of Ushijima slamming a spike down with unbelievable speed and strength.

It’s strange how a friendship naturally blooms between him and the stoic spiker. Ushijima is quiet and stern to Tendou’s craziness, but it works. Tendou chats away during lunch breaks and Ushijima listens quietly and eats his special foods that turn him into a super-human.

Ushijima is the first person Tendou considers a friend, and it startles him at first that Ushijima doesn’t have a care in the world except for volleyball. He doesn’t care about what Tendou looks like or how creepy he is as long as he keeps racking up points for the volleyball team.

And he does. The team goes to nationals with Tendou as a starting middle blocker.

He grows more confident in himself. Both because of his abilities in volleyball and because no one bullies him anymore. His body has grown. He hasn’t put on much muscle but he’s very tall and most people stay away instead of trying to pick a fight with him.

He finds a new love for horror movies and the cute actresses who play the demons, even if that is a little strange. He tries to talk to Ushijima about it but gets nothing out of the naïve man. He has a theory that Ushijima only has a limited vocabulary when talking about anything except volleyball. He’s more robot than human, but he doesn’t care that Tendou is a weirdo, so Tendou sticks to him.

Your body grows, too. Tendou blushes profusely as he overhears a conversation when you’re both cleaning up after gym class and two popular boys visit you.

“You don’t want ‘em getting too big or they’ll sag!” they crow, laughing and snapping the strap of your bra through your sport shirt.

“Stop,” you whine, pressing a hand to your growing breasts, which in all honesty makes them pop out more.

They eventually leave and you catch Tendou staring. You scowl at him- the exact same one as when you were five- as if it’s his fault that your body is changing and those boys were teasing you.

You pass each other in the halls of Shiratorizawa. You’re popular and almost always surrounded by a group of friends, but he still notices the gentle breeze blowing your hair back, long lashes slowly blinking open as you laugh.

A part of him wishes he could say you’ve turned out ugly but it’s the exact opposite and there’s no denying it.

You’re… too beautiful for words. He supposes that’s why there’s always guys surrounding you and taking you to the school roof to confess. Your locker is filled with chocolates on valentine’s day- from both girls and boys- and your friends fight over who gets to sit next to you on the bus on the way back from school trips.

You have the highest grades in your class, and by your third year of high school you’re captain of the girls’ soccer team and heading to nationals.

He sees how hard you work when you’re not surrounded by gossiping girls. You study in the library almost every afternoon and apply early for college entrance exams.

You put others before yourself- which is strange because you never once defended him when people would pick on him. But he sees you rescuing a stray cat from the rain as he gazes at the gardens from his dorm room. He sees you scolding a group of first-years that are picking on a scrawny boy. He sees you tutoring younger girls in the soccer team, even though he knows firsthand how much studying you have to do as a third-year.

It confuses him. Was he simply just never good enough for your kindness? Or did you really think of him as a monster? He wants to ask but you and him have long since grown apart.

You notice Tendou, too. Not because you’re attracted to him, but because something deep in your chest recognizes him. Not because you’ve known him since you were both little, but because a part of you recognizes him as an important part of your life. You come to the scary realization that there’s hasn’t been a time in your life that you remember when Tendou wasn’t there.

You notice his long, slender fingers tapping the desk in the classroom and the table he sits at in the cafeteria. It seems to be a habit of his. Two fingers tapping the table quickly before he launches into a story that has the rest of the volleyball team laughing.

He’s… done well for himself. He seems happy.

Even when Shiratorizawa boys’ volleyball team doesn’t make it to nationals in your third year, he still seems content. You notice his frustration at having to say goodbye to something special to him as you watch on from the bleachers when Karasuno scores the final point, but the next day at school he’s back to laughing and teasing his juniors.

He’s fine. He’s happy. He knows who he is. He’s not yours to be proud of, but you can’t help the way your chest swells knowing the pain you caused him isn’t holding him back.

…

It’s years before you see each other again. You move halfway across the country for college and Tendou goes to Paris to become a chocolatier. He loves sweet things and tossed around the idea in his head for a while in his last year of high school.

He does well in France. He works as a pâtissier for an opulent restaurant and meets new people who don’t care that he looks like a monster. He has his first experience with alcohol, and quickly discovers he can’t handle his drinks at all.

He watches Ushijima thrive and struggle in becoming a professional volleyball player, but Tendou knows that he’ll make it no matter what. There’s nothing in Ushijima’s head except volleyball.

He moves back to Japan to open his own luxury chocolate restaurant in his early twenties. It’s a big risk, but it hits the ground running and opening day has the shop filled with hordes of people trying out different flavours and gazing in awe at the twirling barrels of melted chocolate.

His mother visits him that night. Older, but still with such a comforting smile and even more comforting arms.

“Have you spoken with Y/n at all since you got back?” she asks when the restaurant is closed. The blinds are shut and Tendou places two cups of thick hot cholate on the table before taking a seat across from his mom.

“No.” He hasn’t spoken to you since high school. Though he will admit that he’s stalked you on social media a bit. He blames it on the fact that he’s known you for longer than he hasn’t, so of course he’ll be a bit curious.

You seem to be loving life. You have a good job and just got your hair cut adorably up to your shoulders. It reminds him of the style you had in junior high.

He wonders if you have a boyfriend and then almost smacks himself stupidly in the face. Of course you would. You’re even prettier than you were in high school. He bets men are still flocking you in droves.

“Her parents have recently gotten divorced, the poor thing. It’s hard on children when their parents split up, even if they are all grown up.”

He puts his drink down. His mother had mentioned to him in high school that your father wasn’t a kind man. Tendou had never met the man in question because he travelled for work and was rarely home, but he had never liked him. Maybe because he had some strange, unnecessary protective instinct over you.

Of course the two of you never talked about any issues you may have had at home- you would have probably punched him in the face if he tried- but he still found himself wondering if you were okay. There was the perfect version of yourself that you presented on social media, but were you really okay? The part of him that had always wanted to be your friend desperately wanted to know.

“I didn’t know,” he frowned.

His mother waved her hand. “Well, it happens when people stop loving each other I suppose. Speaking of Y/n, can you believe her mother and I always used to imagine you two growing up and getting married? We always hoped it would happen but the two of you grew further apart instead.”

His muscles froze. Forcing them to relax, “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” she sighed, clearly reminiscing over his childhood and the days you would come over to their house. “I really hope she’s doing okay.”

Tendou’s chest ached. He stared down at his drink. “Yeah. Me too.”

…

It’s a quiet day at the shop, the dreary grey skies and heavy rain keeping everyone in the comfort of their cozy homes.

Except some weirdo, Tendou’s ears prick at the sound of the bell signaling someone has entered the otherwise-empty shop.

He exits from the back of the shop, where he’s starting a new manga series and munching on caramel chocolate.

“Hi! How can I help you tod-” his mouth dries just as you lift your head from the giant display of chocolates in the shape of a pyramid.

You seem just as shocked to see him, eyes rounding. “T-Tendou?”

He recovers quickly, smiling easily and trying not to look down to see if the dark purple hoodie he’s wearing has chocolate stains.

“Y/n, hey.”

“Y-You work here?” He struggles not to laugh as you blink quickly, clearly trying to decipher whether this is real or not.

“Yep, I actually own the place.”

Your jaw drops before you recover, a brilliant smile stretching across your lips. His heart skips a beat.

“Really? My friends have been raving on about this place, I didn’t know you’re the owner.”

“Yeah, just recently opened. Uh… can I help you find something?”

You shake your head quickly. “I just wanted to look and maybe try some different flavours, if that’s okay?” you blink up at him from beneath rain-wet lashes and he gulps, fighting a blush at the demure look on your face. You were never shy, but your voice is quiet and hesitant as you ask the question.

He nods quickly. “Yeah, of course it’s okay. Let me get some samples for you to taste.”

You smile again. “That would be great. Thanks.”

He shuffles to the back of the shop and takes a few deep breaths, hand raised to his chest to hold his pounding heart.

“Shit,” he mutters. Fuck, you’re pretty. Even when you’re drenched by the rain you’re so fucking cute he could die.

And what’s with that smile? You’ve never smiled at him like that before.

He brings out a tray of sample chocolates and you stand on the other side of the counter as he explains the flavour and their origins. You listen with rapt attention, eyes either glued to his or the treats in front of you.

“Mmmm.” He stiffens when you moan around a bite of coffee chocolate.

“This is so good, I could die happy right now.”

He grins. “It’s one of my favorites, too. Here, try this one I think you’ll like it.” Without thinking he holds a raspberry swirl up to your lips, and after a moment of hesitation you lean forward to take it with your lips. His stomach zips with electricity at the feel of your soft, plush lips touching his fingertips.

Your eyes close when you moan this time and his blunt nails claw into the wood of the service counter.

Do you not know what you sound like right now…?

“I-It goes well after you’ve had coffee,” he rasps, eyes glued to your tongue licking your lips.

Your eyes blink open, all soft and satisfied on him. “It’s so good. I think I’ll buy a box of them, and the coffee and peppermint ones, too, please.”

He smiles. “Sure.”

“So, um, what made you want to open a chocolate shop?” you wander around as he rings up your order. He risks a glance at you, eyes dropping to where your hands fiddle in front of you.

You’re nervous, he comes to the realization. He’s not sure if it’s from seeing him again, but he’s had enough anxiety in his life to know the tell-tale signs. Fidgeting with his hands was one of the few things that kept him grounded when he was young and struggling at school every day.

His heart softens, a fond smile touching his lips. He’s not the only one all jittery about seeing each other again.

“I studied under a famous chocolatier in Paris for a few years, but I missed home and he told me I had the skills and nose to run my own business. Japanese people love chocolate, so I figured I’d give it a shot.”

You turn from studying a small box of cocoa chips, gaze so soft on him he feels his breath hitch.

“You’ve done well for yourself, Tendou. I’m… I’m glad.”

Unspoken words hang in the air, a simmering tension along with them. You look like you want to say more, but quickly shake your head, stepping forward again. “How much do I owe you?”

His tamps down his disappointment with a smile. “No, call these a gift.”

“Tendou… I can’t.”

“You can. I won’t accept any money,” he crosses his arms, turning his nose up.

You giggle softly. “Okay then. Thank you. Or maybe I shouldn’t thank you ‘cause I’m supposed to be on a diet and you’re giving me free chocolate, you monster.”

Both your smiles die down at the familiarity of those last two words, your immediately apologetic eyes glued to his startled ones.

“T-Tendou, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like tha-”

“I know,” he cuts you off with a gentle smile. He knows in his heart you didn’t mean any harm like you did when you were younger. “I know. Trust me. But why do you need to go on a diet? You look great.”

A puff of air leaves your lips. “Thanks, but dating is hard y’know? Gotta keep fit if you wanna find ‘the one’ and all.”

“Oh. Dating? Do you have a boyfriend?” he voices the question he’s been dying to know.

You pause in the act of tucking your hair behind your ear, staring at your feet shyly. Your gaze lifts to his, searching his red eyes for something.

“No,” you shake your head softly. “I don’t have a boyfriend. You? Do you have a girlfriend, I mean? Or a boyfriend if that’s…”

He laughs. “No, I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t have much time for dating with running the shop and just getting settled back here.”

“Oh.” Is that disappointment laced in your voice? “Well, I better go… thanks for the chocolates and the chat. It was really nice seeing you again, Tendou.” An almost sad smile touches your lips.

His heart sinks a bit. “Yeah, you too. Will you be okay in the rain?”

“Yeah, I don’t live too far. Um, I’ll see you around?” you look like you want to say more again, but just stop yourself. He waves goodbye to you, staring at your figure as you disappear down the street.

…

He’s startled when the door to the shop comes flying open at opening time the next day. He’s just setting up a new display of hot chocolate powder sachets when you come stomping in, looking too agitated for someone so pretty.

“Y/n, hey!” he waves cheerfully. It’s really not good. He couldn’t sleep last night because his thoughts were plagued with you after seeing you again, and now, he’s way too happy to have you in his shop once more. He was a little worried he wouldn’t get to see you again.

His smile disappears when you just huff. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you snap.

“Okay…”

Your hand runs through your hair and you take quick pacing steps before coming to a stop a foot away from him, facing him square on.

“I’m sorry, okay?!” your eyes squeeze shut when you yell the words, hands fisting by your sides.

He blinks, lost. “For what…?”

You blink at him, dumbfounded. Is he stupid?

“F-For everything I did to you as a kid,” you stutter. “And for everything I said and how I never stood up for you. I saw what people were doing to you and I didn’t do anything about it, so I’m sorry okay? I’ve been wanting to apologize for a while but-”

“Y/n.”

“-I didn’t know how and then yesterday, I wasn’t expecting to walk into your shop and see you so I felt a bit lost and didn’t know how to bring up the past, let alone say sorry so-”

“Y/n.”

“-I just want you to know how sorry I am, okay? For all the pain I may have caused you, I’m really sorry, Tendou.” He’s taken aback by your outburst, but even more so by the sight of your eyes welling with tears, bottom lip trembling when you look back up at him. In that moment, you look so much like the bratty child he used to know it’s all he can do not to pull you into his arms and squeeze you tight.

He moves on instinct to go cup your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs. A distant memory of wiping your tears after you fell and scraped your knee surfaces. He had tried to comfort you but you pushed him away and went crying to his mom.

You don’t push him away this time. If anything you cling to him tighter than he’s holding you. Two fists tightly hold the front of his shirt as you sob.

“I’m sorry. I’m s-so s-s-sorry, T-Tendouu!”

His heart breaks at the sight of your tears, just as it did back then, but he can’t deny something in him weeps relief at hearing you apologize. Hearing your regret.

But he forgives you.

“Shh, it’s okay. I forgive you, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he strokes your back soothingly, murmuring comforting words to ease your cries. Your body shakes.

“W-What?” you sniffle, pulling back in confusion when his words register in your mind.

He smiles gently. “I forgive you.”

“W-Why?” You don’t sound happy.

He frowns. “Did you not want me to forgive you?”

“No! That’s not it! But… how can you forgive me so easily? I stood by and let them do those things to you… and I hurt you myself so many times…”

He exhales heavily, nodding. “Yeah. You didn’t want to be friend and it hurt a bunch, but I’m in a good place now. No point in holding onto that stuff, ya know?”

That sets you off again. You cry even harder than before, wailing uncontrollably. If you were a cartoon a puddle of tears would be surrounding you.

“W-Why are you being s-so nice to me?” you hiccup. “You should hate me! You’re such a nice person!”

He laughs. “Thanks, but I really don’t like seeing you cry. Please stop?”

You pause, staring at him unbelievingly. “You don’t like seeing me cry? But why?”

He shrugs. “I guess because you’ve been an important person in my life? Even if you were a bit mean sometimes I still care about you.”

More hot tears spill down your cheeks.

“Now now, what’s wrong?” he strokes the top of your head. You bury into his chest, murmuring something unintelligible.

He hums. “What was that?”

“Go on a date with me.”

His movements halt. Did he hear you right?

You pull away to look up at him, all snot-nosed and red-eyed and so fucking beautiful. You smile lightly. “Go on a date with me, Tendou. Please?”

…

Despite your age, you and Tendou go to an amusement park for your first date. He suggested it excitedly and you agreed just as excitedly.

You take the train in the afternoon, stopping to have lunch before going on any rides, at the insistence of your grumbling tummy.

You regret it later on once you’ve dismounted from a rollercoaster that threatened to send your lunch back up.

“I feel sick,” you sway on your feet.

Tendou chuckled. “You shouldn’t have had the large nachos.”

“Never again.”

“Here, let’s sit down,” he takes your hand to guide you to a quiet picnic spot, the cool night breeze brushing your skin.

“You’ll be cold,” you protest when he puts his hoodie down on the grass for you to sit on.

He grins cheekily at you. “We’ll just have to cuddle up then, won’t we?”

You blush, quickly taking a seat and feeling him pop down next to you.

“Oh my gosh, the sky,” you marvel. It’s the darkest shade of blue, but purple and white-blue patches are scattered with stars in the middle, the milky-way clearer than ever.

“Stay like that,” he murmurs, cupping the side of your face. Your whole body freezes at the touch, at how close his face is to yours, breaths mingling.

“I can see the stars in your eyes,” he murmurs, eyes latched onto yours.

“R-Really?” your lips almost brush as you speak. You’re way more interested in his close proximity than the universe above.

“Yes, it’s amazing,” he breathes. As if only now realizing how close he is- his long legs on either side of your sitting form, arms loosely around your waist- his eyes drop to your lips.

“I…” your eyes shift away, embarrassed.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers. Your gaze snaps back to his.

“What?” your breathing is soft but fast. You speak so quietly, as if someone else can hear you even though it’s only the stars watching.

“Let me kiss you,” he leans closer, his warm, lean body thrumming with life when it presses to yours.

Yes,” you reply. “Yes. Kiss me, Tendou.”

“Satori,” he nudges your head up a little to place warm lips to the sensitive skin of your neck. “Call me Satori,” he gently sucks on the spot, smiling when you shiver in his arms.

“Okay… Satori.”

He doesn’t kiss you immediately, slow, drifting lips making their way up your jaw and to the side of your lips to press hot, fleeting kisses.

You’re desperate by the time his lips line with yours, leaning forward when he pulls back a little to gaze into your eyes one more time.

It’s right on his lips, then. I love you. But he doesn’t say it, because you press forward to connect your lips to his, slightly hesitant and clumsy, waiting for him to respond. He doesn’t leave you hanging for long, kissing you back just as deeply. Slow and intimate, so that if he can’t say the words just yet, you can feel them.

…

Tendou sleeps like the proverbial rock. Once he’s out, he’s out for the whole night. He sets almost ten alarms at intervals in the morning because he sleeps through most of them.

But one night, months after your first date, a soft sound wakes him in the middle of the night. You’re next to him, warm body cuddled close.

His brows furrow in his sleep, lids shifting. Something is wrong. You’re next to him, he can feel you, but you’re clinging tight. Too tight. As if something is wrong or you’re afraid he’s going to slip between your fingers.

His eyes are too heavy to open, but he feels something wet drip onto his neck, another drop falling to his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” The soft sound becomes clear. It’s you, speaking almost too quietly for him to hear. He strains his ears more.

“I’m sorry, Satori.”

“I’m sorry.”

His heart breaks. He wonders how often you lie beside him and speak this little chant. You have his forgiveness. You’ve had it for a long time, but you don’t have your own. Sometimes he thinks you hate yourself for everything that happened to him when you were both young.

You’ve talked about it as your relationship progressed. The effects the bullying had on him and how he’s managed to build himself up, finally able to believe he’s a real person just like everyone else.

You didn’t have the best home life. Your father never spent time with you and when he was home he was always stressed and shouting. You were a little girl, you didn’t know how to deal with the absence of a parent and lack of love between your mother and father. He can blame you for not helping him when he was in need, but he didn’t even know you were struggling yourself, without an outlet for your emotions.

You don’t seem to see it that way. It’s simple to you. You’re a bad person for treating Tendou the way you did and that’s that.

He feels his own tears well up, pulling you into his arms and ignoring the shocked wide eyes you give him at finding him awake.

He presses his forehead to yours, arms wrapped around you. “It’s okay,” he whispers.

A shaky breath is inhaled to your lungs, and then a sob.

He groans, kisses you wetly. “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” You sob against his lips, mouths hot as they press to each other more desperately. He grips you tighter to him.

You’re his paradise. He hates when you’re in pain. He wants more than anything to take it away.

And when his hands stroke down your body in gentle caresses, your sobs slowly cease to sniffles, and you kiss him once more, craving his warmth and connection.

You only pull away to look at him, and something in both your gazes have you pulling each other closer again, kissing harder. Deeper. He rolls on top of you.

You don’t speak anymore, only your quiet breaths and frantic sounds of bodies sliding up against each other are heard in the room.

Tendou gently discards you of his shirt you’re wearing, smiling when you shiver at being so exposed. You’re only wearing a tiny pair of panties underneath, which he soon gets rid of before spreading your legs and settling between them. His bare chest presses to your breasts, rubbing your nipples.

You’re an impatient thing, tugging at the waistband of his sweats to indicate you want them off. He chuckles at how rushed you are, bewildered that this is him that you are desperate for.

“S-Satori,” you stutter, tapping his shoulder.

“Hm?” he looks up from kissing your neck.

“Are you a virgin?”

He surprises you by saying no and you surprise him when a jealous pout forms on your face, brows furrowing with unhappiness.

“I lost it to some French woman at a club in Paris,” he goes back to kissing your neck, far more interested in exploring your body than talking about other women he’s screwed.

“Hmph.”

He grins. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” you bite your cheek.

“You are,” he chuckles. Kisses your lips quickly. “There’s no need to be. Every inch of me belongs to you.”

You soften, those words melting any resistance. The past doesn’t matter. He’s here, in your arms, and he’s amazing. And all yours. That’s all that matters.

He kisses you deeply just as he’s pushing inside your fluttering cunt.

“Oh baby,” he groans immediately, looking down between your bodies as he disappears into you. You both moan into each other’s lips when he’s fully sheathed, sitting balls-deep inside you.

“It’s so good,” he murmurs as he starts rocking.

He’s going so slow. Slow, deep strokes that are everything. He pulls back from the kiss and locks his eyes with yours, keeping them there as he moves.

The air is warm, prickling your skin. You hide your face up in his neck, too vulnerable and almost ashamed at how disgustingly wet you are between your legs. His length moves easily inside you, your hot, sloppy walls engulfing his cock and taking him deep.

“Pretty puppy,” he coos. “You’re so warm inside, feels so good… mm…”

He rolls you onto your sides, flexing his hips rhythmically as you cling to him fiercely, never wanting to let go. He’s all you need, you realise. He is everything.

He groans. “Fuck, look at you.”

“Look at me? Look at you,” you breathe the soft retort, stroking his chest. He smashes his lips to yours, keeping his pace.

It’s only when he has his face in your neck, your hands tangled in his messy red hair, that he finally murmurs the words that have settled deeply in his heart as the two of you have gotten to know each other again.

“Y/n, I love you, I love you,” he murmurs.

As if waiting for him to say them, you immediately reply. “I love you, Satori. More than anything. I love you.”

Is this really happening? His mind is floating somewhere between wanting to be close to you all his life and the reality of having you right here beneath him, looking so fucking good impaled on his cock and saying you love him.

His long, slender fingers grip around your shoulder, whole body shaking when your orgasm sends him toppling over the edge, too.

He’s lazily stroking your bare back long moments later when you’ve both shifted comfortably under the blankets, a post-sex haze weighing your eyelids down.

“Hey, Satori,” you slur.

“Hmm?”

“Marry me.”

He grins lazily. “That’s probably the worst proposal in history.”

You laugh lightly, falling asleep between one breath and the next.

You probably won’t even remember that impromptu proposal. It’s fine, he figures, thinking back to the ring being crafted at your favourite jewelry store. I’m planning on spending the rest of my life with her anyway.

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breanime · 3 years

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Intentions

Okay, here’s my shot at a Tommy Shelby fic... Let me know what you think, please!

Prompt: “You think I would do this for just anybody?”

You weren’t entirely sure what possessed Tommy Shelby—the Tommy Shelby—to assist you, but you decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth and just appreciate it. Ever since he’d overheard you telling Ada about the men who harassed you on the streets, Tommy had taken it upon himself to make sure you always had an escort home.

And for the last five days, that escort had been him.

“Really, Mr. Shelby—” you began, holding your purse in front of you as Tommy locked up the office.

“—Tommy,” he corrected you, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Tommy,” you repeated, “you don’t have to keep doing this, really. I can just walk.”

“You live 45 minutes from the office,” he said back, “and that’s not counting having to stop for fucking protests or some pieces of shite trying to pick you up. Then it’s around 56 minutes if it’s raining or snowing,” he went on, “More if it’s doing both at once,” he led you to his car, opening the door for you, “You work hard; you ought to have your boss make sure you get home safe.”

You bit your lip, trying to keep your growing smile in check. Tommy had no way of knowing that—the time it took for you to get home—unless he walked the walk himself. “Well,” you said, climbing into the car, “I really do appreciate it.”

“Yeah, well just appreciate it quietly, eh? Don’t need the other girls thinkin’ they can get a free ride out of me,” he glanced at you, giving you a small smile that made your heart flip in your chest. You watched as he started the car, and he turned to you, “Why do you stay in that neighborhood, anyway?” He asked you. “It’s so far from town, the buildings are old, the landlords are pricks…”

“It’s the only neighborhood that houses Blacks,” you answered, “Or at least it’s the only one that houses us at an affordable price.”

“Hm,” he nodded, looking ahead as he drove, the smoke from his cigarette billowing from his lips, “Am I paying you that poorly?”

You laughed, and you didn’t miss the way his lips twitched upwards as you did. “You pay me well above the usual rate. I’m just saving it up, is all. I can’t have you driving me around forever, Mr. Shelby—”

“—Tommy,” he corrected you.

You rolled your eyes, making him chuckle, “Tommy,” you amended yourself.

“I don’t mind it, you know,” he said, turning the wheel, “driving you. These last few days, it’s been… nice,” he paused, “I don’t get a lot of time for good company or conversation on me own.”

“Oh, so I’m good company, am I?” You said with a grin.

Tommy turned to you, those diamond blue eyes staring right into your soul, “You’re a smart girl,” he replied, “Loyal, Trustworthy. Hard working. And you’re bloody gorgeous so. Yes. You make for good company.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and your eyes darted down to your lap. You’d heard that Tommy Shelby was a charmer, and that he’d had pretty much every woman who’s worked for him—minus his aunt and his sister-in-law, of course—but you’d never seen him so… forward.

You liked it.

“Have I made you uncomfortable?” He asked casually, as if he was asking about the weather.

“No,” you answered, looking over at him, “You make for good company too.”

He gave a wry smile then. “Fishin’ for a raise, eh?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Either I’m loyal and trustworthy, or I’m bootlicker. Which is it, Tommy?”

He laughed, and the sound made you warm all over. Tommy didn’t laugh nearly as often as he should. “Fair enough,” he nodded, “You’re not a bootlicker, that’s for sure,” he glanced over at you again, “I haven’t figured out what it is you are yet…”

“I’m a girl who isn’t gonna let you fuck her just cause you’ve given me a few rides,” you said back, speaking before you could stop yourself.

He raised his eyebrows, nodding. “Is that what you think is going on here?” He asked. “My driving you home from work? You think I’m doing this for sex?”

You licked your lips, nervous now. “Well, I mean no offense, Mr.—Tommy—but I’ve worked for you for three months now, and I think I know you well enough to know that you never do anything for nothing.”

Tommy smirked. “That’s true,” he stopped the car, letting a mother and her kids pass in front, and looked at you, his eyes staring into yours brazenly, “So, let’s have it. Give me your theories,” he started the car again, glancing back at you as he spoke, “Why, then, do you think that I do this?”

You paused. Maybe you were being presumptuous. Maybe he didn’t want to sleep with you. Just because he called you gorgeous, didn’t mean he wanted to fuck you, after all. Maybe he didn’t mean what he said—although Tommy always meant what he said. Maybe, though, he really was just concerned about your wellbeing. A woman walking home alone at night could be vulnerable to all kinds of dangers, and given the amount of enemies the Shelbys had… You looked over at Tommy. “You do this for everyone,” you surmised.

Tommy turned to you, an eyebrow raised. “You think I would do this for just anybody?”

Again, you paused. “Yes?”

“Well, I don’t,” he said back, “I’ve never driven any of the girls home—except for Lizzie, but that’s only because I fucked her,” he went on, blunt as ever, “This takes up a portion of my time, and I’m not a man who has a lot of time to waste,” he looked over at you, “I like being around you,” he confessed, “I like the way you talk. I like the way you think, and when I think of you alone at night… I can’t sleep. I can never sleep, but still…” He took his cigarette and tossed it, giving a humorless chuckle. “You make me ramble,” he went on, shrugging one shoulder, “I don’t ramble, least not since France...” He paused for a moment. “When I’m busy, and one of the lads takes you home instead, it ruins me night. It irritates me that I missed out on that time with you, and that another man got it instead,” he glanced at you again, “Is that alright to say?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “I prefer it when you drive me,” you admitted, “Not that the others aren’t nice and all—they are—but… I do like this time with you, being alone with you…”

Tommy looked at you, his sky-blue eyes staring into yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. Wordlessly, he pulled the car over, turning to face you fully. “Tomorrow is Friday,” he said, and you blinked, confused as to why he was telling you something you already knew, “Pay day. I’d like to take you out to dinner. Maybe see a picture after. Would that be alright?”

You felt your lips spread out in a smile, and Tommy smiled back, chuckling a bit at the excitement in your eyes. “Yes,” you answered, “yes, that’d be alright.”

“But I want to be honest with you,” he went on, “I respect you as an employee, and you’ve been a good friend to me these past months, and regardless of what happens tomorrow night, I will still make sure you have a safe way home after work,” he leaned forward a bit, his voice low and deep, “but I want it known that I very much do want to fuck you.”

His words sent a flush of heat through you, and you had to remind yourself that you were a lady, not a whore…no matter how much Tommy Shelby’s glimmering eyes and sharp jawline made you want to be… Biting your lip, you smiled at him, “I’m not going to open my legs for you on the first date, Tommy.”

He laughed, taking out another cigarette and lighting it, the flame reflecting in his ocean-colored eyes. “Mm, we’ll see,” he murmured, “So it’s a date then?”

“It’s a date.”

The rest of the drive passed quickly—too quickly for your taste. The two of you discussed work and your families and what movie you’d like to see, and before you knew it, he was parked outside of your building.

He opened the door for you and walked you to the front door like a gentleman. And you thanked him—

—with a kiss.

If the kiss took him by surprise, Tommy didn’t show it. As soon as your lips touched his, his arm was wrapped around you, keeping you close. The kiss was soft, but firm, and Tommy’s slender body felt magnificent against yours. You wondered, at the back of your mind, what your neighbors would think, seeing you necking with Tommy fucking Shelby of the Peaky fucking Blinders, but you couldn’t be bothered to care about what the gossips may say.

You were too busy trying to keep yourself from floating off in a haze of bliss.

You pulled back first, and Tommy let you. You couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. “I’m not letting you up, Tommy.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Like hell you didn’t,” you smirked, making him laugh.

“I’m a patient man,” he said back, taking a step back, “I can wait until tomorrow.”

You laughed at that, but the truth was, you were quite certain that tomorrow night, when Tommy pulled up in front of your apartment, he wouldn’t be driving off until the sun rose.

In fact, you were counting on it.

You watched him drive off from your window, a sigh escaping from deep in your chest, the taste of him—mint and smoke and a hint of whiskey—fresh on your lips. Tommy fucking Shelby…

…what had you gotten yourself into?

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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I Believe In Love [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader] — Three: Beauty

Summary: When you find your calling to leave Themyscira, you venture out to the World of Man with intentions of helping and healing a very specific person’s relationship with his son. You’ve heard his voice before, but only in dreams. You’ve felt his pain and anguish and you’ve never been able to relate to anything more. But things don’t come easy for you, and they certainly don’t come easy for him either. [This series contains spoilers for WW84 and is my interpretation of what happens after the movie ends].

Warnings: 18+ description of male masturbation, descriptions of blood and injury, mention of childhood trauma as well as legal battle of custody over a child.

Word count: 5,200>

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Maxwell had to stifle back laughter from your comment. A hero? There wasn't a chance he was a hero. You didn't know what he had done. How he'd almost destroyed the entire planet without even realising. The guilt was eating him alive, it was all he could think about at any given second of silence. How could he have let himself become so power corrupt— to the extent he'd forgotten what really mattered? Alistair might have forgiven him, but there wasn't a chance the rest of the world would. It had only been a day and Maxwell didn't know how he could possibly live with himself.

"I need help." you announced, breaking the silence. Maxwell looked at you momentarily in curiosity but then looked away, sighing with discontentment.

"Look, whatever it is, I'm sure you don't want my help." Maxwell told you with a frown. You admired the deep shade of brown that was his eyes. It was so easy to get lost in them, they were hypnotic.

"You're the only person I know," you explained to the businessman sheepishly. "You and Alistair. And Raquel too, who is lovely, but I sense that she doesn't like me very much," Maxwell raised an eyebrow. You had wandered into Black Gold Cooperative wearing a crazy brown tunic, and you were covered in mud saying words like Themyscira, Hestia, hearth… jargon that not even Maxwell could understand. It didn't surprise him one bit if Raquel was a little put off by you. Until he learned the truth, he was borderline about to call you crazy and run ten mile. He believed you now. He had no reason not to. "I'm looking for someone." you told the man as you nervously bit your lower lip.

"Yeah, the thing is, I'm not going to be able to help you look for him, if that's what you're suggesting," Maxwell hummed. He wanted to get out of here. It wasn't your fault— you weren't doing anything wrong, but since seeing the lasso and remembering what had happened in the bunker just a day ago… a mixture of guilt, anger and hurt consumed him. "I have to go." Maxwell gasped feeling the desperate urge to get some air.

Of course, you chased after him. "I shouldn't really need any help finding him, I shouldn't really ask anyone for help either…" you mumbled, fumbling with your fingers as you shimmied through the revolving doors that led out of his office. "As the goddess of home and hearth, it would be my duty to see the man, and his child, myself."

"So you're looking for a man and his kid?" Maxwell asked, relishing the feeling of relief washing over him as the cool air hit his skin. He wasn't a smoker, he hadn't been since before he moved to the U.S., but in this moment of pure stress and anxiety, he had never craved a cigarette more. He turned to you for comfort. "I'm afraid ‘the world of man’ is full of those."

"That's what I was afraid of," you sighed, running a hand through your hair. "There's not a single man on Themyscira, we are all children of Zeus, sculpted in his image only,"

Every time you mentioned your homeland of Themyscira, or one of the Olympian Gods, Maxwell's curiosity piqued greatly. He had so many questions— so much he wanted to learn about you. He wondered if you'd even give him the time of day to answer them.

The delay in a response from Maxwell prompted you to speak up again. “As I was saying… I don't know anyone in D.C., I don’t have a place to stay… so I was wondering...”

Maxwell’s head snapped to face you, his eyes going comically wide. “I don’t know.” he said quickly and almost defensively. Yes your beauty was unimaginable and he had so much he wanted to ask you, but was now really the right time? What would happen once you learned about the terrible things he had done, how he was an awful father? And why did he care so much about what you thought of him when you were merely just a stranger? You looked down at your feet, your toes beginning to feel fuzzy as the evening grew colder. He couldn’t just let you stay out on the street, alone. Without any further prompting for you, he pulled out his car keys and tilted his head in gesture for you to follow him. Unlocking the car, he slid into the driver's seat as you waited outside. “Are you coming or not?” Maxwell huffed.

“What is this?” you asked after sliding into the passenger's seat. You were completely awe inspired by your surroundings.

“It’s a car,” Maxwell said hesitantly. “Wait, let me guess. You don’t have cars on Themascream, you have unicorns.”

“It’s Themyscira,” you corrected again, feeling only mildly irritated and wondering if he was deliberately just being that obnoxious. “And no, don’t be silly, unicorns don’t exist. We ride horses.” you sighed, shaking your head. Maxwell almost had to stifle back an incredulous laugh. Everything he once believed to be mythological was turning out to be true, he wouldn’t even be surprised if you had a license in Pegasus flight.

As he turned on the engine and began to reverse out of his parking space, you gasped, clutching onto the gear stick. The same gear stick that Maxwell was holding as he pushed the car into reverse. Your hand grazed his, and the skin on skin contact practically took Maxwell’s breath away. You grabbed onto his hand in fear as the car moved, and you stared out of the window. Of course, this was your first time in a car. Maxwell’s eyes flicked between the road, the frightened delight on your face and the way your soft hand enveloped his. He wanted to curse at the feeling of your touch and how it went straight to his manhood - this was the second time you had him feeling things he shouldn’t. Was there something in the air? It’s not like he wasn’t that touch starved. He shouldn’t have been reacting to you like this, but he was, and he didn’t know why. Swallowing the lump in his throat he gently removed his hand from yours and placed it back on the wheel. He wondered if the sexual tension was one side, if only he could feel it. He saw the innocence in your pretty eyes. You were just an oblivious girl trapped in a new world, seeking guidance from Maxwell, out of all people.

“Is this car… dangerous?” You asked nervously, the palm of your hand resting against the window.

“Not as dangerous as a horse,” Maxwell chuckled, taking his sunglasses out of the glove compartment and pushing them up the bridge of his nose. “I once knew a girl back home who fell off a horse and broke her leg. Couldn’t walk for a month. But, she deserved it.”

You gasped in horror at his statement, your eyes widening as your lips parted into a perfect ‘O’ shape. “How could she deserve it?” you asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“She wasn’t a nice person,” you watched as Maxwell’s face hardened at the memory.

You frowned but chose not to question him further. “So, you aren’t from here?”

“Wh- what makes you say that?” Maxwell asked, feeling a well of familiar anxiety.

“You said ‘back home’.” You acknowledged and Maxwell’s grip on the steering wheel tightened so hard his knuckles turned white. You were certainly right about that. You’d caught him out.

“Yeah uh, that’s just something we say over here. In the ‘world of man’.” Maxwell muttered, hoping you wouldn’t question him further. And thankfully, you didn’t.

“I think there’s a lot you can teach me about the world of man,” you smile pleasantly at the businessman who is doing his utmost to keep his concentration on the road ahead, rather than getting lost in your divine beauty. “Mr Lord?” You asked when he didn’t reply.

“You- you don’t have to call me Mr Lord,” Maxwell said awkwardly, turning at a junction.

“That is your name, isn’t it?” you quizzed.

“My name is Max Lord.” he was a little taken aback upon realising he hadn’t yet introduced himself to you. He’d just made the assumption you already knew exactly who he was, just like the rest of the world did. He’d come to think that maybe that wouldn’t be the case.

“Well then who is Mr?” “I’m Mr,” Maxwell furrowed his eyebrows. “Mr Max Lord.” “Why does Raquel call you Mr Lord?” you quizzed further, and Maxwell could feel an onsetting migraine. He actually hated talking about himself.

“She- because- I-” Maxwell stammered out, before shaking his head profusely. “Doesn’t matter okay? Just call me Max.”

“I’m sorry if I’m being annoying.” You admitted timidly after another silence.

Max sighed. “You’re not annoying. Look, we’re almost home.”

The final five minutes of the journey were sat in complete silence. You spent most of the time looking out the window, trying to find clues and wondering how you were planning to find Lorenzano. There must be a way. You contemplated asking Maxwell for help, but you knew, as the daughter of Zeus and the goddess of home and hearth, it was your duty to find him and help him yourself. And that’s exactly what you were going to do. Of course, it was hard to ignore your mother’s word’s before you left Themyscira, regarding Romulus and Dolos. The God of Lies. You looked over at Maxwell who was staring dead ahead. You wondered if you could poke his brain about that… or even about the two dreamstones. Might he know something?

While you were thinking about your objective, Maxwell simply couldn’t stop thinking about you. Ashamed to admit it, but his cock was still semi hard and it was becoming difficult to ignore when he couldn’t help glancing at your reflection in the rear view mirror. He’d known you for barely an hour and he could already feel himself growing attached. Maybe it was the glitter in your eye or the way you spoke every word like it was your last. You had such joy and passion in your soul. Maxwell didn’t have any of that. All he had was his deep, dark secret as well as the anxiety and guilt which was eating him alive. There was something so perfect about you. Maxwell had sworn that nobody could be perfect, but he had also sworn that places like Themyscira, magical lassos and Gods and Goddesses weren’t real. He could be wrong about one more thing.

You followed Max as he slipped out of the car, and you found yourself absolutely astonished by his large D.C. home. Like everything else you had seen so far, it was beautiful. It seemed extensive in size, especially for just one man and possibly Alistair, but you refrained from making a comment. The exterior of the house was framed with beautiful greenery, tall trees, blooming bushes, and flowers that you only assumed could be native to the world of man. You knelt by a bush, admiring a red flower, as Maxwell fumbled with his keys to unlock the front door.

“What is this?” You asked, unpicking the flower from the bush.

“Be careful.” Maxwell gasped, his eyes widening when you hissed and saw blood trickle slowly down your finger. “It’s a rose, and they have thorns and if they prick you it’s gonna hurt like a bitch. Are you okay?” He grabbed your hand and pulled it to his face. You swiped your thumb over the wound, cutting off the bloodstream and healing yourself within seconds.

“I’m okay.” you confirmed, pulling your hand away from Maxwell’s. His vision crossed you in bewilderment.

“How did you?” He stammered, rubbing his eyes. “You just-”

When Maxwell saw you shiver from the cold, he ushered you inside his home and shut the front door behind him. He walked behind you, taking in your every step as you looked around his home. You admired all the little things, like the oil paintings that were hung upon the cream coloured walls and the ornaments scattered around on every surface. He supposed he could tell you to make yourself at home, but as you bent over and let your fingers grace the softness of the living room carpet, he figured maybe you already had. You stood up again, taking a deep breath before turning to face Maxwell.

“Us Amazons aren’t like humans,” you began, your eyes still scattering around his spacious living room. The sofa, although not as big as the one in the lobby of Black Gold Cooperative, was still extensive in size and made from the same plush velvet, this time in a coppery colour. It seemed he had a television too, which just so happened to be the biggest one you had seen yet. He had so much stuff, but his home was so big it still felt kind of empty. You found the mismatched patterns and colours endearing and you wondered if he had decorated himself.

“I’ll say,” Maxwell mumbled, walking over to the mini bar in the corner of the living room and pouring out a glass of whiskey. “Can I get you anything?” Max offered.

“No thank you,” you hummed, looking at all the paintings on the walls. “We’re immortal.”

“Immor- so you mean, you can’t die?” Maxwell looked at you dumbfounded.

“Immortal not invincible,” you laughed, and Maxwell felt his cheeks heat up slightly. There was no reason for him to feel embarrassed, this was all extremely new to him, and yet, he didn’t want you to think any less of him. He wanted you to believe he was smart and knowledgeable. “We don’t age. We’ve lived on Themyscira for centuries. We have enhanced strength, coordination, agility, stamina…” Max listened intently as you educated him about your kind. “If the injury isn’t too bad… I can heal.” you explained nonchalantly but then frowned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, putting his glass of whiskey down on the grand piano and walking over to you.

“My powers aren’t as refined as the other Amazonians,” you said weakly. You had been so used to being made feel inadequate by the warriors around you. They'd judge you and call you for being the goddess of home and hearth— telling you your powers were pointless and would never lead to greatness. Maybe not their greatness, but you had truly found your calling and maybe this time, just for once, things could be different. With a sudden bolt of confidence, you felt Maxwell take your hands. You looked up at him with a doe-eyed expression. "Are you judging me?" you couldn't help but ask him. It wouldn't surprise you. Everyone else judged you.

"No," Maxwell replied almost breathlessly. He was too lost in your eyes, too enamoured with every word you spoke. "I think you're… sensational."

And with that, your lips curved into a small smile. He was so entranced by your beauty. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to lean in and kiss you. He tried to shake away the feeling, like it wasn't all he'd imagined since the moment he laid his eyes on you. It was wrong of him. Besides you had only just met, and once again, he was swarmed with guilt. If you found out about what he'd done, you'd want nothing to do with him— nobody would— he was certain of it. It was only a matter of time before even Alistair walked out for him. Alistair. That's when Maxwell remembered the letter Theodore had given him, which was sitting on the kitchen cabinet.

"Zeus brought me to D.C, he will bring me to the man from my dreams. And with the lasso of Hestia to aid me, it shouldn't take me long at all," you told Max. "I'll be out of your hair in no time."

Maxwell wanted to tell you to stay. He didn't want you to hurry. He'd come incredibly lonely over the years and he was really beginning to value your company.

"Zeus is your father… right?" Maxwell asked, trying to recall the way you spoke about him earlier.

"Yes."

"What's he like?" Maxwell prodded further with genuine furiosity.

"Oh, I've never met him," you replied, rubbing your eyes.

So he's a deadbeat— Maxwell thought. Max knew exactly how that felt. "But he's king of the Olympian Gods, the ruler of the skies. He crafted us all in his own image and gave us a purpose."

"And your purpose is to find this man?" Maxwell quirked an eyebrow.

You nodded in affirmation. "It may seem simple and unimportant, but I assure you, it isn't. This man is special. He's unlike any other man and Zeus will bring me to him for a reason. Before I left, my mother Hestia told me of two Gods, Romulus and Dolos… they were the God of Lies,"

Maxwell's eyes widened. He had heard of them, very little, but he'd heard their names through researching the dreamstone. "They were deceiving and created a darkness amongst the world. They harnessed the power of wish-granting and were responsible for death and destruction… the world of man had to be rebuilt from scratch." you explained, a horrified look on your face as you recalled the events that your mother, Hestia had educated on.

For Maxwell, this was hitting far too hard. Things weren't adding up but he did deem it to be more than a mere coincidence that you had shown up just a day after the world had gone to hell. He didn't understand— he couldn't fathom the connection he had to you, or that laying on his sofa was a beautiful Amazonian goddess. He hoped that he could figure it out soon enough, but for now, he had his own troubles. He has to focus on fixing things with Alistair.

"I'm tired," you announced with a yawn, breaking Maxwell out of his thoughts. You raised your hand and cupped Maxwell's cheek, mirroring his own actions to you back at the office. "Your home is beautiful." you whispered lovingly.

You found the crinkles in the corner of his eyes so handsome, and you even pondered if the perfect curve in his nose had been sculpted by Zeus too. He wasn't like the Themysciran depictions of 'man', he was worn and slightly miserable, but there was no denying the connection you felt to him. For a second, you wondered if he was your reason. If he was your purpose. You'd grown so attached to him in just a matter of hours, you'd even grown attached to Alistair without even realising. Alistair was the first person you had met upon waking up in the world of man. But there was no way, you were looking for Lorenzano. Lorenzano…

You slipped your hand away from Max and sat on the soft couch, relishing the same feeling you loved so much back in the office. You took off your tiara, placing it on the coffee table, and unbuckled your sandals. You went to remove your tunic and skirt, but were cut off by a yelp from Max as he diverted his eyes.

"What- what are you doing?" Maxwell gasped, looking away.

"I'm undressing," you replied simply. "Amazonian clothes are so uncomfortable to sleep in."

"I- I'm sure," Maxwell nodded his head, feeling himself become flustered. "But uh- you can't just- I mean, I don't know what it's like in the Themy place-"

"Themyscira." you deadpanned.

"-Right, well I just think. You know. Maybe don't get naked, right now. Not yet anyway," Maxwell wanted to curse out loud. Not yet anyway? What was he saying? "Let me find something for you to sleep in okay? Something comfortable."

"You don't sleep naked?" you asked, tilting your head and readjusting your skirt so you were covered up again. Maxwell turned back to you.

"I- I do, sometimes." Shit, Max was definitely blushing.

"So why can't I sleep naked?" you shrugged your shoulders.

"I just… don't want you to be uncomfortable." Max trailed off.

"Does it make you uncomfortable?" you questioned further.

No, it didn't, but the thought of you laying naked on his couch went straight to his cock. "Let me get you a shirt." he said, avoiding your question.

While he was gone, you turned to the small side table to the left of the sofa. There, in a small frame, was a man who, although younger, was very clearly Max. He was sitting in a chair, smiling holding a newborn baby in his arms. You picked up the photo and analysed it, admiring every part. You guessed the baby was Alistair. It was hard to see the child's face, being that the photograph had aged and was slightly blurry. It dated ’1978 in the corner. Six years ago. That would make Alistair only six years old.

Maxwell was back in no time with a folded pinstripe button down. You took it and muttered a thank you before going to undress yourself again. Seeing this, Maxwell turned back around and figured he could grab you some soft blankets from the guest bedroom. When he returned, you were already sleeping peacefully on the sofa, wearing his shirt.

Maxwell thought he could've spent hours just watching you sleep. You were so peaceful. He watched as the way your chest rose and fell with every shallow breath, he admired your little snores and the way you stirred slightly now and again. He'd never been so entranced with anyone in his entire life. Not even Julianna.

And shit— he was still semi-hard. He was going to shower, he'd decided. He'd shower away all these feelings, all this anxiety and he was going to be okay. He'd wash his hair, brush his teeth— he'd make an effort. He couldn't keep sulking around. He had to try for his son.

Maxwell gasped as he stepped in the shower. His hunched up shoulders became relaxed and he was able to unclench his fists as he let the hot water envelop his body. His eyes fluttered closed as the image of you scattered his thoughts. He tried to shrug it off, but he couldn't. Just knowing you were laying on his sofa in one of his dress shirts stirred something primal within him. He dropped his hand down to his cock and began to jerk himself off, his fingers rubbing against the small slit in his tip as he wiped the precum down his length. The hot water felt so good, and Max had forgotten to open a window so the steam from the shower made the air foggy and moist.

He dragged his fist down his throbbing length, his movements becoming fast and erratic as he squeezed his eyes tight shut, trying to hold out moans. He couldn't let you hear. He couldn't let you know. He hadn't done this in so long. He'd always had his assistants at his beck and call, he never needed to relieve himself in the shower since his and Julianna's marriage broke down.

You consumed his every thought. He imagined your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, he imagined you giving him sweet kitten licks as you massaged his balls. He imagined you gagging around him as you took his long, thick length to the back of your throat. He imagined fucking your mouth. The thought of him being able to get a literal goddess to choke and whimper really urged his power complex enough to throw him over the edge. In only a matter of minutes, Maxwell spilled his milky white seed over the tiled bathroom walls, gasping your name as he came.

And when it was over, he felt a familiar remorse. A familiar guilt. He knew he did not deserve you.

Maxwell had to force himself to get washed, using his apple scented shampoo and even conditioning his hair. He was satisfied with his minty fresh breath as he walked into his bedroom in only a towel that was wrapped loosely around his waist. Since it was approaching night, and fast, he picked out a pair of light grey sweats and a wooly sweater before combing through his unnatural dark blonde hair which just so happened to be naturally wavy.

He sighed, padding into the kitchen quietly being careful not to wake you. He knew what he had to do next, what he'd been putting off since he received the damn letter. The envelope was staring at him on the cabinet. He picked it up, an anger engulfing him as he read the name ‘Maxwell Lorenzano’ on the paper. He ripped it open furiously and opened up the letter.

Dear Maxwell Lorenzano

I, Theodore Thomas IV, attorney of Miss Julianna Grey, present you with a civil lawsuit case regarding full custody of Alistair Lorenzano in favour of my client, Miss Grey.

-—- please see proceedings below -—-

I, Theodore Thomas IV, share a bond with Miss Grey and recognise that she is a caring and devoted mother. We are in full belief that Alistair Lorenzano would be better off, in the care of his biological mother.

Mr Maxwell Lorenzano and Miss Julianna Grey divorced on the seventh month of 1980 after being married for two years. Miss Grey notes that their relationship was strained since the beginning, with Mr Lorenzano too preoccupied with his career to focus on his family.

I have known Miss Grey since 1980, after working on her and Mr Lorenzano's divorce case. As not only her partner, but also a trusted lawyer of our capitol’s legal enforcement, I can whole-heartedly ensure that sole custody of Alistair Lorenzano must be granted to Miss Julianna Grey.

-—- proceedings concurred -—-

Please find us at the District Columbia Court, D.C., in one week from the date stated on the letter. If you make no effort to show and fight your case, you will be banished from seeing Alistair until he turns eighteen years of age.

Sincerely,

Ted

Maxwell screamed as his face turned bright red with astonishing rage. He crumpled up the letter into a ball, throwing across the kitchen. Tears fell from his eyes in complete and utter disbelief. No, this was the worst thing that could ever happen to Maxwell. He'd rather die than not be able to see Alistair. His heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces.

It was ridiculous and down right unfair. Max began to laugh manic as he swept the plates and glasses that were standing by the sink into the floor. He'd forgotten about you, sleeping in the other room. He didn't care. He was done being considerate.

Maxwell had made a lot of mistakes in his life— a lot, but he loved Alistair so much and Alistair loved him. He couldn't let Julianna and her stupid lawyer boyfriend rip him away from his son. If that happened, he'd be no better than his own father. Maxwell let out another scream of frustration, clenching his fist until his knuckles were white. This was nobody's fault but his own. He was too much like his own dad— too much like his own fucking deadbeat, abusive dad. Max had tried his whole life to make Alistair proud, to be different, a good different. But he wasn't a Lord, he was a Lorenzano, and maybe blood was thicker than water. He was nothing but a low life conman who had almost singlehandedly destroyed the entire world and now, he was about to lose his son.

How was he ever going to win this case? Julianna literally had one of the best family lawyers in the state on her side, and Maxwell wasn't even sure if he could afford a lawyer given the circumstances. What he had failed to think about, was the fact he had a literal goddess sleeping on his sofa. A goddess who’s purpose was to reconcile families.

A shatter of broken glass awoke you from your nap. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, lifting up onto your elbows before hearing a thud and a crash. Alerted, your eyes snapped open and you swung your body out of the big warm bed, bolting into the kitchen where you had heard the noise. Fragments of a broken vase were scattered over the tile floor, soil spilled everywhere and some daffodils that looked like they had been dead for at least a month already. The sound of gushing water drew your attention to Maxwell, who was standing at the sink. Stepping over the broken glass, you padded over to him and placed a hand into the small of his back. He jumped slightly at your touch. You peered over his shoulder and saw a really deep cut in his hand, blood dripping into the sink. Not even the water coming from the faucet was enough to wash it away. It trickled down his arm and you looked up at him, noticing he was pale in colour.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, your voice smaller than it intended to be. Your gaze trailed along the kitchen surface tops until you spotted a roll of kitchen paper. Taking plenty, you ripped it and gently wrapped your fingers around Max’s wrist, maneuvering his still bleeding hand away from the sink. A few drops of blood fell to the tiled floor, but you quickly wrapped the paper around his wound and applied pressure. “That looks really deep.” you hummed, looking up at your friend with concern.

“It’ll be fine.” Maxwell mumbled, watching you intently as you cared for his injury. It was a strange feeling. No one had ever looked out for him the way you did, and you’d only known him for a few hours. Your soft was gentle, he even noticed the way you subconsciously began to rub comforting circles into his skin, like it was just natural for you.

You frowned, slowly lifting up the soaked tissue paper and discarding it in the waste bin. The bleeding had settled down, but it still looked incredibly sore. Dampening another paper towel, you tried to clean around the edges of his cut. He hissed in pain as your finger accidentally grazed over the wound and you shot him an apologetic look. Maxwell was like putty in your hands. He let you do whatever you needed to - and he absolutely wasn’t like that with anyone else. “You might need stitches,” you sighed, taking a closer look. “If only we were on Themyscira, I have a friend who could heal you in a matter of seconds.” Themyscira - there it was again, the mystical place Maxwell had never even heard of. “What happened?” you asked eventually, your gaze meeting Maxwell’s.

“Uhm-” his eyes flicked around the room, searching for something that would fuel the white lie. "Was changing the flowers and dropped the vase."

His lie didn't account for the broken glasses and plates that were also on the floor. You looked at him in bewilderment, knowing he wasn't being entirely truthful to you. He couldn't stay. He couldn't stay with you right now. He had to go see Alistair. "I- I gotta go." Maxwell said quickly before bolting out the house.

He left you standing alone in the kitchen amongst all the mess. As you began to pick up the pieces of the broken vase, you noticed the scrumpled up ball of paper in the corner. Picking it up, you slowly unravelled it in hope it would give you a clue regarding Maxwell's behaviour.

Your heart practically sank when you read the first three words.

Dear Maxwell Lorenzano,

Lorenzano. He was Lorenzano.

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retroellie · 3 years

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hi!! could i request ellie imagine/headcanon (whatever you want) where her and the reader used to be best friends but got separated for years until they reunite? like maybe the reader shows up in jackson

Summary: Reuniting with Ellie after being separated for 5 years

A/N: Thanks for the request<3 I had this planned out so well but i got lazy lol, i hope you enjoyed and i added a bit of romance in it cause i’m a whore for this woman wbk (also again i didn’t proof read much so sorry)

Warnings: None

Word count: 3.1k

You weren’t exactly sure where you were, all you knew was there was a town in front of you. Were they friendly? You had no fucking idea but you were exhausted, bloodied and bruised. This could just be a quick rest stop, you had nowhere to be and no one to see so it didn’t really matter much.

“Stop right there!” a voice called out.

“Hey! I’m not here to hurt anyone, I'm just a bit lost and I was hoping i could rest here.” You raised your hands in the air hoping they would just let you sit in peace for a minute.

The man looked you up and down, trying to see if your intentions were good or not. He then whispered down to another man before turning back to you. You were silently praying he let you stay here, you just needed a couple hours.

“Okay, take her to Maria. You can leave your stuff over here.” He said, throwing a signal up. A signal that caused the door to open.

You gave a small smirk of appreciation, so glad they let you in. They led you through the town, you saw how developed and advanced they were. There was running water, food gardens and even electricity. You’ve been around and you’ve never seen anything like this.

They led you into a bar. There was actual food, not just beans that you have been eating for weeks straight. Your mouth was almost watering when you saw the meat and fresh fruits they had been serving.

“Maria, we got a friendly or we think she is.” The man said.

The woman, or Maria, was a tall blonde. She looked no more than 40, if her hair wasn’t greying you’d say she was in her early 30′s. She looked over at the 2 men and then at you, examining you.

“You take her weapons?” She asked, sizing you up. You looked awkwardly between her and the men, her stare terrified you more than any infected out there.

“Yeah, she’s clean.” The man replied.

“Good, i don’t want to have to put a bullet in between your eyes.” She said, your mouth went dry.

She signaled the men to leave and you wanted to go with them, you’ve been in rooms with men much bigger than her and so much more bossier but she terrified the hell out of you. She patted the seat next to her, not even looking over at you.

“You look starved. Seth, get me something for this girl to eat.” She called out, she looked up at you. You tried not to make eye contact. “ What brings you out here.” She leaned closer to you.

“Uh, I was out searching for supplies when some hunters attacked me. They killed my horse and stole some of my supplies, I chased after them but I ended up getting lost.” You explained, she sat there and listened.

A man had brought you food, it was a burger and some fresh carrots. Not a combination you would go for but it didn’t matter, you were starved and you 're not gonna complain. You basically stuffed your mouth full of food, causing Maria to chuckled.

“Well you're safe now, you can stay here as long as you need. Just don’t cause any trouble and we’ll be good.” She started, standing up from the table. “I’ll have someone come show you where you can rest when you get done eating.” She said, giving you a grin.

“Thank you maria, you’ve been so kind to me.” You smirked up at her, mouth full of carrots.

She shook her head and laughed, walking away. You continued to stuff your mouth with food, not caring if you were being impolite. They’ll understand, they’ve all probably been in your situation before.

When your plate was empty, you decided to stay there for a minute. Waiting for the person that Maria sent to you. You looked at all the pretty paintings they had here, pictures of nature and horse, even some photographs of the people of the town.

“I just don’t understand why they didn’t just kill her right then. It would’ve saved them the burden of making 2 more movies.” A voice stuck out to you, it sounded like you heard it before.

You looked over past everyone and saw no one familiar, you did see a girl with auburn hair but that can’t be her, right? You saw her get bit, it couldn’t be. You just turned around, sitting back in your seat.

“Oh hey, can i get a glass of water.” You said, perking up to ask the man who had given you the food.

He gave you a small nod before disappearing into the back. You could really use a glass of wine or whiskey, but you didn’t want to be greedy. You sat back once more, your eyes feeling really heavy. This would be a nice place to live, it’s nice and cozy.

“Ellie, it was the 80′s. They tried to drag out movies as long as they could.” A deeper voice said.

That name, you thought to yourself before snapping your head back to look for the voice. You knew it wasn’t her, she was dead but you had to know who the hell this woman was. You looked at the auburn haired girl once again, trying to get a glimpse of her face.

You watched her closely, studying her movements. She finally turned her head towards the bar, you saw half of her face. She had these freckles and you got a glimpse of her green eyes in the light of the bar. You sunk down in your seat, were you going crazy or is that her.

“are you okay?” A voice said, you looked up to see the man with your water. You nodded.

“Do you see that girl over there?” You asked, he looked over to where you pointed and he nodded. “Who is she?”

“That is Ellie Williams, i don’t know much more than that.” The man said, leaving you once again.

Your heart speeds up, pounding at an unbelievable pace. Was it really her? Should you go up to her? What would you even say? ‘hey sorry for leaving you and Riley to die, do you still wanna be friends?’

You sunk lower into your seat, hoping she didn’t see you. Every time you think of her, you see the way she did when she got bit or when she thought she got bit, or if she did get bit and somehow survived. You honestly have no fucking idea how she survived, you saw her get bit.

You had a mental battle with yourself but you came to a conclusion, you were gonna talk to her. You felt so guilty about leaving them so if she beat you up or killed you it would make you somewhat even right?

You slid out of the booth and walked over to her slowly, watching her and the man she was with talk about whatever they were talking about. Every step made your heartbeat a little more faster, ‘if she beats you up, you deserve it.’ you thought to yourself.

There she was standing right in front of you, the man that was with her stared up at you confused about why you were hovering over her. You let out a sigh before you shaky tapped her. She turned around, you saw her full face and you couldn’t believe it was actually her.

“Y/N?” She asked, letting a huge grin show before pulling you into a hug.

You were so confused, why wasn’t she beating you up... you left her to die. You decided to hug back, feeling the warm familiar feeling of her embrace. All the memories of your childhoods together and little did you know 5 years later she would be a stranger to you. She let you go, still holding on to your arms. She looked at you up and down, seeing everything she missed for 5 years.

“Why are you here??” She asked, still smiling

“Uhh, I was attacked and I need a place to stay. so i stumbled on this place.” You replied, giving her a small smile.

“Well, you can stay here as long as you want. Your always welcomed here.” She grinded

You were really happy to see her. You hadn’t been around other humans in a while so being here with your best friend, being safe again gave you such a rush. You had so many questions to ask her and you're sure she had some too.

“I thought you died?” You blurted out. She just let a low chuckled out and looked at her feet.

“I thought you did too, i heard you got kicked out because of that entire “adventure” we had that day.” She started. “ i thought for sure you would have died out there.”

That was a time you didn’t want to remember, you guys were just kids and they punished you like that. I guess 2 girls go infected that day, or 1 girl you guess.

“Hey! I did pretty good out there, i’m still here aren’t i?” You joked.

She laughed, looking over at the man she was with. He looked amused but confused, ‘you and me both man’ you thought to yourself.

“Y/n, this is joel. He takes care of me I guess.” she said, causing him to nudge her jokingly. “And Joel, this is Y/n. She was my best friend back at that military school I was in. “

You reached your hand out to shake his hand, he looked down at your hand not used to shaking hands much anymore but he reached out your hand and shook it anyways. You smiled up at him, he was intimidating to say the least.

“So you just passing through?” He asked, waiting for an answer.

You didn’t really know honestly, this place was nice and Ellie was here so should you ask to live here or just pass through. You looked over at Ellie and then Joel, Ellie looked so happy.

“Yeah, i was gonna stay a night here before i got back on the road.” You stated, Joel nodded and Ellie's smile dropped a bit. You knew she expected you to stay for good but that’s a really big decision to make at the moment.

“Your staying the night!?” Ellie acted like she couldn’t believe it, causing you to laugh. “You have to stay over at my house! just like the good old days!” She was practically yelling, she didn’t change a bit.

“You live in a garage.” You said, looking around her poster covered walls.

There were paint brushes and paint covering things. There were books upon books of space and comic books, it felt like her room back in Boston. That was the room you both stayed in when you got scared at night, she would always hold you while you shook. It’s the thing you should've done when she got bit, she was so upset.

“You don’t like it.” She asked, plopping down on her bed.

“No, i like it. It’s very...” You paused, picking up the rocket shaped lava lamp. “You.” You finished, setting it down.

She laughed, shaking her head slightly. You walked over to her and plopped down on the bed with her, laying back. You watched the star covered ceiling. She laid back with you, her head right next to you.

You both sat there in a comfortable silence, you had so much to say, you had it all planned out but now that you were here you didn’t know what to say. You thought about all the times you, her and Riley had together. You guys were always in some kind of trouble, always talking back to teachers and just being a pain in everyone’s ass.

“Remember that one time for my 14th birthday when you and Riley made this birthday cake for me.” You asked, smiling at the memory.

“And we accidently set your bed on fire trying to light the candles.” She added, laughing out at the memory.

You laughed with her, throwing your head back. You guys were such assholes back then, it’s so weird how things have changed. You guys were all such good friends and now look where you were. You and Ellie were together, staring up at fake stars in a garage without riley...

You started feeling bad again, it was all so fast. You found someone who you thought was dead and all the memories flying back to you, it made you sick to your stomach. Riley's face, she was so scared but her being so strong tried to cover it up to calm Ellie down. You reached out for ellies hand, something you guys did a lot in her room at night.

“You know, i always think about that night..” she paused, trailing off, thinking about what and how to say this. “That night when you kissed me” She finished.

You remember, how could you forget. It was probably the best and worst day of your life. You had been in her room, just like how you were now. You were holding hands, the rain was heavy on the window. You don’t know how it happened or why you did it but you leaned down and kissed her, she kissed back. That was also the day Riley came back and you saw them both get bit, you saw the marks and you left. No goodbye.

Ellie sat up on her elbows, looking down at you and you up at her. Her hand caressed t’s way down to your thigh, Your body reacted to her touch. As much as you wanted her you couldn’t, you can’t get the image of her face out of your head and it brought so many questions. She leaned down, her lips almost on yours until you pushed her away. You shot up and walked over to the couch before turning to her.

“Did I do s...”

“Why don’t you hate me.” You interrupted, eyes starting to water a bit.

“Why would i hate you?” She asked, standing up with you.

You paced around a little bit, all the frustration you had was building up. You couldn’t even forgive yourself so why was she pretending it didn’t happen.

“I left you and Riley to die, I freaked out and split. it’s my fault.” Your voice cracked a bit, tears starting to form.

Ellie moved in closer, she didn’t know what to say. In the moment she just believed it wasn’t anyone's fault, things like this just happened; she never blamed you. She knew Riley didn’t either.

“Y/n..” She trailed off, her own tears forming. “It wasn’t your fault and you didn’t leave us there. We told you to leave, you were just doing what we said to do.” She tried to calm you down, placing her hand on your shoulder.

“I should’ve stayed, you two were dying and i left.” You burst into tears, taking a seat on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

Ellie let out a sigh, she didn’t like to remember that day. It was horrible for all of you, she stayed at the mall for a while after that waiting to turn but she never did. She eventually had to shoot Riley, making that experience 10x worse. She tried to find you but you were gone, so she had no choice but to go to the fireflies.

“It’s okay, we got bit, you weren’t. we wanted you to get out before all of us died.” She tried to calm you down, she would never be mad at you for protecting yourself.

“Even if it wasn’t my fault, you still got bit.” You said, locking her in a place she didn’t want to be. “What the fuck happened, why didn’t you turn.”

A breath got caught in her throat, she wasn’t prepared for that. She knew she would have to tell you at one point but she didn’t know it was going to be so fast. She sat next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n,” She started. “I'm not supposed to tell anyone but you're my best friend and I trust you.”

She told you everything, every single detail of her immunity. She pulled up her sleeve to show a tattoo covering a bite sized scar. That caused you to cry even harder, if you were to stay in Boston for a little bit longer you could have helped her. You thought maybe you both meeting again was a sign, a sign of what you had no idea.

“I’m sorry..” you started, placing your hand on her knee. “I’ve always just felt so guilty for living. I thought i should've died with you two and me leaving without even saying goodbye, it made me feel shitty.”

She placed her hand on top of yours, holding it once again. You put your head on her shoulder, more tired than you already had been. From the crying and exhausting memories you could pass out right her.

“I knew it would, you’ve always been such a sap.” She joked.

You punched her playfully, giggling at her dumbass. You both sat there for a minute, taking in the feeling you both felt right now. You were both able to get out everything you felt guilty for and everything you’ve been hiding, it’s been eating at you for years.

“You should stay.” She spoke, breaking the silence. “I mean permanently.” She clarified.

You wanted to but will you two ever be the same, the kiss and the death you felt things have changed. Good or bad change you didn’t know, you just didn’t want to live here and remember Boston every time you looked at her.

“I don't know ellie...” You replied.

You could hear her sigh, she shifted around. She turned to you once more and stared you down. You could feel a whole lecture of why you should stay coming. You were pleasantly surprised when she leaned in once again but this time you leaned in as well. Your lips touched, syncing together. It made your heart pound a mile and minute, you thought at any minute you could have a heart attack. She finally pulled away, smiling at you.

“Was that your way of trying to get me to stay?” You chuckled out, her smile dropped. She knew she couldn’t get you to stay, you were always a loner even in Boston. You caught on to her sadness.

“Cause it worked.” You said before pulling her into another kiss.

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OBEY ME! LESSON 55 DETAILED SUMMARY AND DISCUSSION/THEORIES

*I wrote this days after the lesson was first posted and never bothered to go back and edit it so meaning there will be me theorizing about the next lesson as well

*I write a small para for each chapter and I write it immediately after finishing that chapter so there’ll be theorizing about the next chapter too

*I swear more than usual here

*Some of the dialogue is heavily plagiarized and a few is lifted directly from the story, the game is to figure which is which.

*Summaries and Discussions/theories for all the other lessons can be found on this blog under #obey me spoilers or #my theories or #my headcanons

OKAY! So first off the background for this is absolutely gorgeous and shows a real demon. You know the kind you’d imagine an actual demon to look like and everything’s dark (black, grey, brown) there’s a castle on a mountain like area with a narrow suspended pathway leading to it, there are crows flying around and a person in a robe pointing what looks like a lit wand at a snarling attacking demon, there are skulls and what looks like weapons on the ground and my favourite part: a person in a long robe, kneeling on the ground, covering the top of their face with their hands and wailing to the sky. It’s all tailor made to my taste and I love it! There’s one locked lesson.

It’s breakfast time and Asmo & Beel are heading to an all you can eat global sweet sampler, MC questions it and Asmo says you can get desserts from all over the world there and Asmo’s hoping to live stream it. Asmo invites MC but Mammon interjects asking them to come see “cute horsies” with him. “’Horsies.’ He’s so pretentious. Shut up, it’s the fucking horse race. ‘Horsies.’” Says Levi. Levi invites MC to a real life TSL themed escape room (that sounds really fun tbh), Satan invites them to come watch the sci-fi movie they were talking about, in their home theatre. (he’s actually watched it 3 times already but he read online theories about it and now he wants to see if he can catch the basis for those theories in the movie). They all start arguing about it (except Beel who’s just eating) when MC gets a text from Diavolo congratulating them on their 5th star and wishing them luck for the other 2 and inviting them to an amusement park date. Everyone – MC included – is kind of baffled by the one on one date with Diavolo. They ask any of the others if they want to tag along but they all refuse but Beel asks if MC can take Belphie along since he hasn’t really left the house in a while and Beel’s worried. MC texts asking if they can bring Belphie along too and Diavolo says the more the merrier and I just know this is gonna end in disaster like did Belphie ever even resolve all the problems he had with Diavolo back in S1?

Beel drags Asmo along to wake Belphie up because a.) he doesn’t want Asmo to leave to the sweets thing without him b.) they need all the help they can get to wake him up. MC suggests using force and Asmo happily volunteers to grab Belphie, turn him over and drop him on the ground, Beel says they can’t do this to poor Belphie cause Beel’s a sweetheart, and says the most force he’ll allow them to use is by tickling Belphie, which Asmo then does. It doesn’t work so Asmo says if they’re gonna use force they should do something like this right before he screams “ASMO DIIIIIIVE!!!” and jumps on top of Belphie as Beel protests and I love that despite what you’d assume from his aesthetic and despite what Asmo would like you to believe he’s a lot more rough and tumble and violent (I just really love the sweet with hidden edges trope as much as I love the jerk with a gooey centre trope). Belphie says ow and Asmo brightly and sweetly cheers that he woke up as if just seconds ago he hadn’t used a wrestling move on his sleeping baby brother. Beel says that though Belphie’s body is awake his mind isn’t (relatable), Beel fixes Belphie’s bedhead and Asmo complains that Belphie’s a stereotypical spoilt brat youngest child and says that Diavolo obviously would’ve wanted a one on one day with MC. Beel says he knows and it’s another reason he wanted Belphie to go. Asmo agrees saying that after everything if MC chooses their boss over any one of the seven guys MC actually lives with it’d feel wrong. Asmo tells Belphie to keep an eye on them and not let it turn into a “whirlwind romance”, Belphie just asks for his pillow and Asmo’s upset cause he doesn’t feel confident about the plan now. Poor Diavolo being constantly cockblocked

On the way Belphie complains about being forced to do this when his schedule is just as busy but MC says all he does is sleep and he says because naps are important to him and he takes them seriously. He wishes he could go back home and asks why of all the demons he had to be stuck with Diavolo (so guess those issues are still around good to know). MC asks if he still dislikes Diavolo cause of his fondness for humans and Belphie says he’s fully gotten over that whole human genocide phase which is great to have confirmed. They ask why he dislikes Diavolo – lots of reasons. He always thinks he’s right and expects to get his way about anything and everything and never listens to anyone’s opinions. He hadn’t bothered to listen to Belphie back when the exchange program had been proposed and Belphie was against it (and I mean to be fair back then Belphie was 100% okay with killing the entire human race for no reason other than the fact that he blamed them for Lilith’s death when really they had nothing to do with it and it was definitely the angels’ fault. I mean I don’t think I would have listened to him either and he really does have the spoilt youngest kid personality. I think out of all the brother’s Belphie’s the one who has the fondest memories of the Celestial Realm – probably helped by the fact that Lilith was still alive then – which is why he never blamed them for what happened and instead directed all his anger at the humans) Lucifer hadn’t let Belphie plead his case (what case Belphie!? That all humans should die!?) and that Diavolo’s surrounded by demons like Barbatos and Lucifer who shield him from criticism (and yeah I agree that this is true and that it’s a bad thing but Lucifer wasn’t shielding Diavolo from criticism when he refused to let Belphie plead his case, he was protecting Belphie cause if Diavolo found out Belphie wanted to kill humans he would have thrown him in jail like he did back at the end of S1 and MC you dumb fuck can you pls tell all this to Belphie) and that Diavolo doesn’t understand that he’s been saved from criticism and Belphie hates that about him and he shudders at the thought of spending the day with Diavolo. On the way they run into Simeon and tell him where they’re going, he says Luke’s been wanting to go there since he saw a ad for it and MC says they could take Luke along with them but he says Luke’s at a cooking class today but that he’d probably love to hear about it when he gets back. Simeon then takes off saying he has a meeting. Belphie goes to call after Simeon to tell him something and catches a glimpse of the person Simeon was supposed to meet. He’s surprised and says “Is that…” and when MC asks what’s wrong he said he must have just imagined it and that the person Simeon was meeting just looked really familiar and HOLY SHITTTTTTT GUYSSS rfhiefjoSJKWDLDADJSJ was I right are we really gonna get to see angels???? That’s the only explanation, right? It would have had to be Michael or even Raphael and there’s only a few lessons left and this and the next lesson are probably gonna focus on Diavolo and Belphie’s relationship and following the patter MC should get their 6th star next lesson, then the two lessons after that will be their final exam for the 7th star and then the last two lessons will focus on saying goodbye as the brothers go back to the Devildom and all that’s gonna have a lot going on but if they’re teasing the angels being here now could they manage to slip them in or will that be too much? I mean they’ll be introducing a whole new (or two whole new) character(s) and ahhh I’m rambling but pls I need the tension and angst between them and the brothers ok I’m done.

When they get there Belphie complains about how crowded it is and MC tries to look for Diavolo to which Belphie points to a group of fangirls surrounding Diavolo. Diavolo answers them sweetly and one of them says he’s even better looking irl and another shyly asks if he wants to walk around with them. Belphie cuts that short by barging in and asking Diavolo what’s going on, Diavolo happily greets Diavolo and one of the girls realises that Belphie called Diavolo ‘lord’. Diavolo apologises to them and said he’s already made plans with friends (and ugh he’s so sweet I love him just wanna give him a big hug I bet he gives great hugs), the girls are very understanding and sweet about it and they leave. Belphie’s a lil shit and says “Aww, too bad, Lord Diavolo. I’d hate to interrupt just as they were hitting on you…” and Diavolo laughs it off saying it wasn’t like that (and can Diavolo not understand sarcasm or does he just ignore it? Both seem highly likely) Belphie disagrees and says they were clearly hitting on him and Diavolo changes the subject and says he can’t believe Belphie actually came, MC explains why and Diavolo says it’s understandable that Beel was worried after Belphie hadn’t left the house in a week (Me, who hasn’t left the house in almost a year: :’) ) Belphie says he knows Diavolo wanted a date with MC but too bad cause now Belphie’s gonna third wheel them. Diavolo tells Belphie not to be ridiculous and that he’s happy that Belphie came (and the thing is other than a small twinge of disappointment this is probably the truth). Belphie says that it probably won’t be a good idea to go around calling him “Lord” Diavolo given the way the girls reacted, Diavolo says he can just call him by his name since he wouldn’t mind but Belphie says he himself would mind and anyway if Lucifer or Barbatos found out Belphie wasn’t using his proper title they’d kill him. So Belphie suggests a nickname which Diavolo’s really happy about and MC suggests DD (they can also suggest John or Cap’n), Diavolo adores it and asks them to call him it all the time hereafter (I want to give him a hug so badly). Diavolo then happily and with lots of exclamation points goes on to say that it’s time to let their hair down and that Barbatos had made minute to minute schedule for them to follow so that they could enjoy the park to the fullest and Belphie says he wants to go home

Diavolo keeps unsuccessfully trying to get Belphie to wear a themed headband and take a group photo, saying he also wants to wear the headband on a boat ride and the ferris wheel. Diavolo gives MC sad puppy dog eyes (which I’m sure he uses successfully on Lucifer regularly, but that don’t affect Barbatos at all) and MC can’t refuse, asking Belphie if there’s anything that’ll get him to change his mind. He says no but he’s not stopping the others from doing it, Diavolo says since they’re here as a group they all should do it, Belphie snaps saying he doesn’t like how Diavolo’s using MC as a tool to bend Belphie to his will and he says he’s going home. Diavolo tries to stop him but he marches off and Diavolo drags MC off to chase after Belphie. Diavolo grabs Belphie by the arm outside the park and begs for a chance to apologize, Belphie denies it and tries to free his arm. Diavolo refuses to let him go saying he should have listened to and considered Belphie’s opinions now as well as in the past, Belphie’s shocked and MC asks Belphie to just hear Diavolo out. He agrees but tells them not to have any expectations of what this’ll accomplish.

Belphie says he doesn’t want to wear the headband or take pics and that he’s only gonna ride what he wants to, Diavolo agrees with all that. He asks if Belphie will stay with them and Belphie agrees and Diavolo is just so brightly stupidly happy and I can completely understand how he was able to make Lucifer question his entire world view. Diavolo’s so happy he starts waving Belphie’s arm around unconsciously and then asks Belphie what rides he wants to go on as they make their way back inside, Belphie doesn’t answer instead he’s blushing and annoyed and asks Diavolo to let go of his hand. Belphie wants to ride ‘The Twisting Freefall of Death II’, MC & Diavolo would like to not freefall to their death thank you very much. Belphie quotes the ride as being, “the single most terrifying experience in the world where you’ll scream for mercy and receive none” Diavolo says, “Did you say scream for mercy…” Belphie happily agrees. Diavolo turns to his last hope, MC, and asks how they feel about this. I like to imagine that even MC has a line where their lacking self-preservation will kick in. Belphie just smiles saying it won’t actually kill them (this would have been more reassuring coming from someone who didn’t once murder MC but whatever.) They can also ask Diavolo how feels about it. After the ride Belphie’s cackling loudly and gushing about how great it was. He’s especially happy about the look on Diavolo’s face during the ride, saying he’s never seen it before (probably the look of a demon praying to God for mercy). MC can say that Belphie seemed to be having a lot of fun, cheer how the ride was the best or say they thought they were going to die. For the 3rd option Belphie very cheerfully says MC’s alive and ok. Belphie asks Diavolo how it was only to realise Diavolo’s missing. He fell off the ride at its highest peak. He’s dead.

They’ve tried texting Diavolo but he doesn’t read them. Belphie wonders what kind of person actually gets lost in an amusement park unless they’re 5. Then he says “…is that what it is? Is he actually 5 yrs old?” He remembers that mammon got lost in a park once too and says the only thing the two of them have in common is that they’re both basically children, They then run into my favourite character in the entire game – the butcher (is2g this man needs to become a recurring side character) who is here with his wife and daughter. He asks them if the rest of the harem is here too and Belphie lets him know that unfortunately they’re here with a new inductee who got lost. The butcher offers to help and asks for a description. MC says he’s the owner of the corvo hotel chain and the butcher wonders who the fuck are these people in the first place to know someone like that and then because the butcher’s the sweetest person alive he too starts worrying about diavolo, scared that he might have gotten kidnapped. Belphie says “there’s no one in the human world oh shit I mean THE WORLD. THE NORMAL WORLD ALL US HUMANS - BECAUSE WE ALL ARE HUMANS - LIVE IN” the butcher now probably used to how weird this cult is (because they definitely are a satanic cult with their extremely obvious demon names, how weird and unused to normal life they are, 7 of them being obviously infatuated by the eighth one but the butcher’s not gonna bring this up cause with the amount of meat they buy from him he could keep his family afloat for years AND pay for his daughters college tuition) ignores this and says he hasn’t seen Diavolo but advices them to check the information desk and ask them to page Diavolo over the loudspeakers. They thank him and Belphie promises to stop by with Beel later, the butcher says he’ll see him then and tells them to take care (I love this man). Barbatos text MC asking how they’re doing and which itinerary of his they’re following cause yes apparently he made more than one and telling them he trusts them to take care of diavolo (and I can’t believe it took me this long to realise Barbatos is a helicopter parent). MC leaves him on read. Lucifer then texts them saying Satan told him where they’d gone and telling them that since the two of them are with Diavolo he assumes he’s okay but just to clarify make sure nothing happens to Diavolo. MC leaves him on read. Belphie says that Barbatos and Lucifer are way too overprotective. Barbatos and MC then realise how fucked they are if either of them find out that they’ve lost diavolo and so decide to skip the whole loudspeaker thing.

They can decide if they want to check by the lake, the ferris wheel or the last ride they went in. He’s not at the lake and they choose to take a boat across the lake to get to the ferris wheel cause it’s faster than going around it. Belphie actually enjoys the boat ride and asks if the two of them can just enjoy themselves together for a bit instead of looking for Diavolo, MC says “I’m worried about Diavolo also can you not remember how fucked we are if we don’t find him”. Belphie gets jealous that MC seems to care more about Diavolo than him (they’re just been practical! If the roles were reversed they’d have shut Diavolo down to look for you!) and says that even they have a real soft spot for Diavolo (He’s like a giant golden retriever!!). There’s an announcement over the loudspeaker for MC and ‘Snoozy’ saying that DD’s waiting for them at the info desk. Belphie’s not happy about ‘snoozy’ (understandable)

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